Her feet traipsed gracefully along the breaching waves, cold water beading on her scales when the waves pulled away. It was a dance, the way she struck and flowed with the motion of the water in an ancient rhythm.
The sun shone warmly on her back as she moved. It was another idealistic day on the island of Ischia, and she was soaking it up with all the giddy enthusiasm of a yearling. Her head tossed up and down in the sea mist, a laugh of pure joy echoing along the shore. She ran the length of it, heels kicking up and out, sand scattering in every direction as she sprinted.
When her sides were heaving worth exertion and sweat glossed the edges of her scales, she dove beneath the waves to cool off. It felt blissful to let the saltwater ease her hot muscles. At last the wild energy that had possessed her had been worn down, enough that she could lay in the warm sand and watch the waves roll ashore.
When the thud of wingbeats disturbed the air, she looked up with hope and apprehension. The body that surfed the air currents was verdant and white-patched, with wings that stretched wide to capture the wind. Pteron, she thought at first. But no. The limbs were more delicate, the curve of the body more refined with the bright sunlight outlining it. Not Pteron, but another face she had not seen in quite a while.
"Vita!" She hollered upwards, leaping to her feet and lifting her body in an air-stirring rear. "Vita, over here!" She called again to the sky borne figure, voice lifting to rise above the crashing waves.
@[Vita]