[ Sand... Course and rough. There will be no sister flirting here.
It's hard to see in the fog, though the dim light of Vandare's lighthouse continues spinning in the distance, the smell of smoke hangs in the air while the light crack of rudimentary gunfire can be heard. He's safe for now.
Though eventually, someone finds him on the beach. Large wings beat down, scattering some of the fog nearby as Fran lands beside him, a gentle, slightly worried look on their face. ]
I heard you shouting... [ Their voice is soft, gentle. ] Are you alright?
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It's hard to see in the fog, though the dim light of Vandare's lighthouse continues spinning in the distance, the smell of smoke hangs in the air while the light crack of rudimentary gunfire can be heard. He's safe for now.
Though eventually, someone finds him on the beach. Large wings beat down, scattering some of the fog nearby as Fran lands beside him, a gentle, slightly worried look on their face. ]
I heard you shouting... [ Their voice is soft, gentle. ] Are you alright?