Malta and Poecileth took whatever respite they could in their busy lives and, after another stress-filled Threadfall, they were decidedly done for the day.

Malta was getting better with Threadfall, and the recent hatching had perked her up a lot, but thread was still thread, and Malta still hated it.

So, dragon and rider treated themselves to a post-fall rest by the beach. They arrived by a blink between on the pleasant island stretch near Malvren, sailing in to a relieved landing. Malta dismounted, retrieving an insulated picnic basket full of goodies to relieve her hungry stomach.

"I hope they show up soon..." Malta said to her dragon, as they looked for her friend Luka, and the ever-flirtacious blue Lophorinth.

Poecileth settled into a comfortable spot in the sand and watched the sky, waiting for her friend's arrival...