[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; float: right; background:url(http://cdn.makeagif.com/media/8-02-2015/1xxn59.gif); height: 170px; width: 220px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: white; font-size: 14px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 280px; height: 170px;]thoughts. "telepathy." "sapphire speaking." regular story description text.
Upon a small, dark space of the upper deck sat a lone blue dragon. Sapphire was physically shivering from where she sat staring down at the beach below her from the side of the ship. She had obviously already folded her wings around herself like a blanket in an attempt to keep herself warm. "H- How is it s- so c- c- c- cold out here?" she asked herself in a flustered manner, standing back up. She suddenly caught the smell of smoke using her nose and gave a look around before finding that a small group of people had just started a bonfire on the beach.
She had rushed over as fast as she could (she hadn't flown, of course) on her young, long legs, the little blue delight coming to sit by the orange aurora of light that stood upon the tinder. Even though no one was there - they had left once she had gotten there - it was still pretty nice. In fact, she decided she wasn't even sad they were gone. They were probably mean people that didn't deserve this fire as much as she did anyway. She stared at the fire with her one eye as the sun watched overhead, the day mildly warm to anyone who wasn't cold-blooded.[/fancypost]