Dragoncrest Cliffs Upon the seas

rhaegal wanders the shores of the cliffs; focusing on the mercurial lullaby of the sea as the low tide licked at the sands. he weaves along knots of seaweed and discarded bits of saltbleached driftwood, pawprints erasing the little pitter-patter of sandpiper's prints in the sand before the frothing water rushes up to erase them both.

it's a quiet day, broken only by the lonely call of a circling gull above.

up ahead, a figure catches rhaegal's eye: though, embarrassingly, it is only as he drew nearer that he realized it was a bairn and not a mound of sand.

a low chuff is offered to the young bairn to garner attention.