Balem wasn't usually fond of human gatherings (not in the modern age, anyways: he was quite fond of them a few thousand years ago when he could lay back and have servants fanning him and feeding him grapes), but he needed to play his cards carefully right now. It practically pained him to be expected to stay on good terms with them, and not one of them had even made him a single statue!
He spent most of the day at the beach in the water, enjoying its coolness against his bare skin. Droplets of water snapped and crackled against him, giving off small bursts of steam every time he rose from the depths.
His chest was bare, he wore nothing but his swim trunks and, of course, his collar - which may seem unusual at the beach but the metal didn't rust and he was quite insistent on leaving it on. From time to time, he laid down on his towel - covered in pictures of planets and stars, how mature - and bathed in the sun.
after the ritual;
All things considered, he was much more comfortable at night. He had put on his cloak and longer pants now, although he was still barefoot and mostly shirtless, and sat on the grass gazing up at the stars. His eyes had a strange shine to them, the brightness of the starlight perfectly reflected within them.
He held a smore in one hand, staring at it as if it just baffled him. Crackers, marshmallow, and chocolate melted over an open flame? When did the humans invent that one?
"What on Earth is this, and am I really supposed to eat it?" he said, raising an eyebrow at it as if it were going to poison him.
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Balem wasn't usually fond of human gatherings (not in the modern age, anyways: he was quite fond of them a few thousand years ago when he could lay back and have servants fanning him and feeding him grapes), but he needed to play his cards carefully right now. It practically pained him to be expected to stay on good terms with them, and not one of them had even made him a single statue!
He spent most of the day at the beach in the water, enjoying its coolness against his bare skin. Droplets of water snapped and crackled against him, giving off small bursts of steam every time he rose from the depths.
His chest was bare, he wore nothing but his swim trunks and, of course, his collar - which may seem unusual at the beach but the metal didn't rust and he was quite insistent on leaving it on. From time to time, he laid down on his towel - covered in pictures of planets and stars, how mature - and bathed in the sun.
after the ritual;
All things considered, he was much more comfortable at night. He had put on his cloak and longer pants now, although he was still barefoot and mostly shirtless, and sat on the grass gazing up at the stars. His eyes had a strange shine to them, the brightness of the starlight perfectly reflected within them.
He held a smore in one hand, staring at it as if it just baffled him. Crackers, marshmallow, and chocolate melted over an open flame? When did the humans invent that one?
"What on Earth is this, and am I really supposed to eat it?" he said, raising an eyebrow at it as if it were going to poison him.