Like she did most mornings, Korra had taken Naga out for a stroll, lapping the island a few times to work off some of the polar bear dog's excess energy, before ending up at the cove ( Read more... )

Leda had used her lesson of earlier today to make a bonfire down on the beach. She had also gotten foodstuffs and drinks and such and those torches that kept bugs away, and all sorts of stuff. All for a party for a certain wee green frog.

[Party Post is Open! OCD Coming.]

The air smelled like rain, and the day felt like a storm couldn't be far away, but right now it was warm and fine. The clouds scudding across the sky cast shadows over the boy and the dragon floating in the ocean; coming as they did from the land of ice and snow and more ice, they both considered this perfectly lovely weather ( Read more... )

Ender hadn't spent the night on the beach this time, but he'd gotten there early enough that the first sign of the day's weirdness popped up in the sand instead of his cabin. He gave the bag, an unremarkable and disused-looking brown one that read simply Third an idle look, and sat down in the sand to check the ropes on his raft ( Read more... )

First there had been fish, because Toothless was a hungry dragon. Now, Hiccup was going over his flying rig carefully, checking each buckle and strap, and shining the metal bits ( Read more... )

Cloudy the day might be, but by Berk standards it was near-sweltering, and a busy day it had been already. The large pile of fish rapidly turning into a small pile of fish in front of the hungry dragon, who was becoming less hungry with each passing fish, was proof of that ( Read more... )

The sunlight was dancing on the ocean when Ghanima arrived at the Cove, weapons bag flung over her shoulder. Beautiful. She was still a desert creature, but she could at least appreciate the waves ( Read more... )

It was warm out. In December. You might even call it hot.

Angela was not the sort of girl to pass up that kind of opportunity, and mid-winter or not, that meant she was out in her swimsuit on a towel on the sand, soaking up the sunshine ( Read more... )

Andrew pulled a towel out of his bag and spread it out over the damp grass before sitting down. It was cold and threatening to rain, but he had two grape Squishies and a stack of comics he hadn't had a chance to read yet ( Read more... )

The sunlight was just barely starting to hit the ocean when Ghanima arrived at the Cove, weapons bag flung over her shoulder. Beautiful. Cold, but beautiful.

She knelt down on the sand, sinking into one of the basic prana-bindu trances while she waited for her student to arrive.

[OOC: Dear me, hitting 'post' is an awesome thing. For the ( Read more... )