Halia, fortunately and as always, had a level headed and led them to this pride. Humming quietly to himself a song he used to hum to his children, he lounged along the silver sands of the beach, listening to the crash of the waves and staring up at the sky. He was slacking off again and was sure to get a sharp word from the ever-busy Halia. But… the weather was just too nice not to lounge in. His humming took on words, though foreign ones spoken in a rough tongue.
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