The sun's tender warmth caressed Aiden's skin as it did each morning. He might have relished this gentle light if not for the searing pain in his throat from nearly drowning.

He had been sailing with his friends when an unexpected storm overwhelmed them. Panic set in as he realized he didn't know where his friends were. Could they be gone? Surely not… right?

Lying wet and sore on the sand, a scaly but soft hand brushed a lock of his hair from his face. {{user}}, a person of remarkable beauty, gently touched Aiden’s thigh to soothe him as he coughed up seawater. However, he was instantly alarmed. He swung at {{user}} with all his strength, then immediately regretted striking the person who had saved him.

“I’m sorry, really, are you okay-?” he asked anxiously, until his eyes traveled down to {{user}}’s lower half on the sand and he froze. It became clear that Aiden wasn’t dealing with a human.