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He couldn’t quite recall how he ended up on a short stretch of shore with mild waves lapping sand like tongues. Or what drove him to shed his clothing in a hurry, the hand drum making a solid thump when it hit the forgiving sand, and he had hit water before the skin had stop vibrating its displeasure. Charging over small pebbles till he hit open sand and the water sucked him under, unbalanced in the depth. It felt good.

Brishen rose coughing water, a hand pushing back the damp dark curls finally reaching a decent length after the whole ‘lice’ plague. The water was pleasantly warm, the area secluded surrounded by trees. Tranquil. Just what was needed after all the rushing, running, blahh. He toppled back into the water, grunting at the hard splashing smack of water before surfacing again.

Enough thinking. He pushed off, swimming strongly out towards the horizon to work of some of energy keeping him from sleeping. The action of cutting though water, sun baking wet skin, scent of brine, all brought back remnants of memories. Relaxing after a hot exhausting day of forge work, laughing as Rom lost her sculpted sand castle. Sore loose muscles and well feed stomachs.

“Really should have brought someone out here with me.” Brishen lament in good nature grumbling, heading back to the shore. “The beach is best with company.”

'Did I just wish a dragon and companion in existence?' 'Rish slipped closer to the curving shore line, seeking shade to shelter his eyes from the sun as he watched the blue fly above, landing on his ‘secluded beach’. "Damn," he breathed playing with the idea to gripe a bit more and see if he could wish up some crabs to just walk into the fire.

Neither rider nor the blue seemed to have realized they had company. The blue seemed content to bask and the rider seemed to be happy wading in the water. Brishen’s brow furled trying to recall a name for the rider and failed. He shrugged, before swimming out to the man.

“Oi! Hello!” He called, feet touching bottom and water just a bit below his shoulders. He waved cheerfully before trying to get curls out of his eyes. "Nice day for a swim isn't it?"

His jaw worked soundlessly before he fell back in joyful laughter, not the smartest thing to do in water, he came up choking and shaking water ouf of his eyes and hair. "Ooohh, scold?" He breath out nearly soundless making his way towards land, earth, sand, something that wasn't going to choke him if he fell over again.

He collapsed on the sandy bar, head tilted back to get his breath, legs sprawled. "Scold, I don't think I have the proper authority for that." He grinned hazel eyes cheerful. "But, you came to the right place for a swim. I'm not even sure how I found it." Really, he couldn't remember how he got to the beach.

"Brishen, but please I prefer Rish." He waved a hand lazily from his seat, digging toes in the wet muck. "I'm a candiate for Ista...and probably should put some clothes back on." He added as he found his feet shaking himself briskly, shedding drops of sea water. "But it is a pleasure L'ior, Dioth," he said heading towards the scattered articles.

"You surprised me actually, appearing just," he paused tugging his shirt on, "out of between when I was complaining about the lack of company. And since it seems I have luck at the moment. I wish for a few crabs to cook for dinner." He paused, eyeing the pants, prodding them with a foot. "Would it offend you if I just went about in a shirt?" He questioned, looking over at L'ior.

"Good, it's a bit difficult to swim in pants." He causally swept his pants, sandals, and drum aside but not before tapping the drums skin, listening to the resounding boom. His mad dash had not damaged it. Good.

Turning in a snap of feet, Brishen raced down the beach and back into the water, grinning like mad and gently tugged on L'ior arm when the rider came in reach. "Come on L'ior, ditch your things and come deeper into the water. It feels good." Mischievous hazel eyes gleamed, curls matted against skin from the weight of water. "Dioth welcome to come as well." He shrugged, shoulders making the nude weave shift a bit down his shoulder.

"Pppht, if my luck holds we will find them all in line after our swim." He grinned, continuing to tug the rider along till the water reached a bit passed his hip. Brishen leaned back allowing his weight to topple him under the waves, keeping a firm grip on L'ior's arm in an attempt to bring the rider down with him.

It was best to get completely wet as soon as possible.

Brishen surfaced from his own ducking, shaking water from his eyes. He kicked off, swimming in a lazy circle, shirt sticking to tanned skin. "Now you are wet all over," he paused in his swimming, running his eyes across the skin. Yum. Why did he get to go around nude? Not that Brishen was complaining.

"Ahh, yes, we can get down to swimming." Brishen shook his curls, sending a wave of water at L'ior. "Or, we can attempt to wrestle,” a grin snaked its way across his face. “I’m sure we are slippery enough to make it a challenge.”

"It would not be fighting. More along the lines of seeing who can duck who first." Brishen followed following at a easy pace. "So what Igen like? Have you meet Favan yet?" He knew quite a few riders had left with the queen but he had not know many of them. "Hmmm...How long have you and Dioth been partners?" He paused, flipping to he was just floating contently on his back.