Some nights, especially since the rains had come, Zegurath really didn't appreciate having a wallow on the beach. She'd awoken in an unintentional salt bath more than once, much to her ire, and for the past few sevendays her sleep had suffered for the irregularity. If it had not been for such a reason, the young green wouldn't have been up at such a late hour - the consistency so familiar that even her Thaideem barely stirred when she roused anymore. That was fairly convenient for them both, frankly, and Zegurath took advantage of her rider's slumber to rise from her wallow.

She certainly wasn't the only dragon to be up and about during late hours, a few eyeing her briefly as they stirred in their own wallows, though Zegurath felt no guilt for their disturbances. If she had been to blame, certainly they'd have let her know. Perhaps it was simply how light the night was when one slept on the beach that left them restless enough to stir, though it seemed darker in these colder months. They were still unfamiliar to a spring child.

But it was nice to walk the beach when it felt like it belonged to her and her alone, despite the inconvenience of it.

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