Graeme pick up a handful of sand, watching it drain through his fingers slowly, his recount finished. He looked down at the little Hands scuffling with each-other in the sand. He used his magic to reach out and settle them down a bit. The waves crashed a few feet away. Graeme faced the right, and the full city was in few. The skyscrapers blazed with mauve light, as the sun ended its sail across the sky. Finally, he faced Drake, sitting opposite. His scales, too, glittered in the evening. Graeme could not help but admit that it was a beautiful sight. Not wanting to enter another daydreaming state, he called, "So, Drake, tell me your story."