Israel
All was calm in Diamond Spray River. The sky overhead is cloudy, the sun buried amidst the barrier of the earth and the heavens. As such, the weather below is mild, with the breeze blowing lightly bringing a cool sensation to the inhabitants of the world. 

Below the steep cliffs of the River's waterfall, where the water rushes down the stream, lies a dragon idly sitting by the edge of the river. 

Dark scales decorate their body, contrasting with the lush environment the dragon is surrounded by. A large cloak covers the majority of the dragon's figure. The hood piece of the cloak was lifted, covering the head of the dragon under its shadow, with the dark grey horns protruding through the holes on the hood. 

A mysterious dragon indeed, sitting alone in the river. But are they really?

For the the heavily scarred face, with an expression so tame and serene looking down at their talons holding a pristine white mask, tells another story.

He slowly submerge the mask once more, letting the rapid currents clear the grime, calloused but gentle talons scrapping away the stains. Minutes pass, and the mask once more arose from the water. It gleams beneath the light.

Blackbolt favors this mask above his other spares back in Sanctuary. It was his first; first to be made by his own talons after multiple trial and error. First to be made after his... Move to Sanctuary. He cherished this mask, above all else. It brings him comfort in dark times. It will not do well for dirt to stain such a treasure.

The river of Diamond Spray is large, therefore often empty of other dragons. A perfect place for him to do his activities in solitude, away from prying eyes. 

He just hope it stays quiet until he's done.

Little did he know...
Melissa
An overcast sky meant a good day of gathering fungi as Jewelweed snuffled through the undergrowth just shy of the Diamond Spray River.
The alchemist was happy to take advantage of the weather and quietness of his shop to go out and forage for some ingredients for his next project.

The mudwing hybrid wasn't stealthy in the slightest with bright orange and cream scales flashing from the bits of space between the foliage and heavy footsteps giving him away to any dragon or critter within the area.
By the time he stumbles through the last stretch of bushes separating him from the riverbank, he's got his talons caked in dirt and mulch but proudly putting a talon-full of small milkcap mushrooms into the scuffed leather satchel around his neck and securing the flap with a small piece of twine wrapped around a tooth that slotted into the lower half of the bag to keep the flap shut.
The alchemist doesn't notice the Nightwing perched on the riverbank until he wriggles his satchel off his neck and onto the grass as he begins to hurry into the cold stream to let the water wash his talons and underbelly, sending water in all directions thanks to his heft.

With a startled noise as his head re-emerges, Jewelweed realizes there's another dragon here at this particular bank and flicks one of his wings in greeting, accidentally causing a spray of droplets as he calls to them. "Howdy! Sorry about the splash, didn't realize you were sitting over there!" His voice wavers thanks to the temperature of the water which doesn't help much as his teeth begin to chatter together noisily. "Thats a nice lookin' helmet you've got there! I know a few friends that could help embellish it if yer lookin' for a bit more color or contrast."
Israel
Sounds of scrapping dirt and heavy footsteps reached his ears. 

Blackbolt froze.

Someone is here.

He thought for sure no one would be in this area. Diamond Spray River is a fairly large settlement. Visiting dragons are sure to be widespread, never really settling together, not with the war coming along. So of all the chances for a dragon to be here of all places...

He flicks the mask in his talons lightly, droplets of water falling down with every swing. No matter, he thought. There is nothing he can do if a visitor comes here. If he were to leave as soon as they appear, it would make them suspicious of him; the last thing he needs is another reason for a fight. No, instead he would stay, and observe the other party. Chances are they are merely trying to cross the river. He just hope that's the case, indeed.

He lowered his head as the nearby foliage rustle with intensity, a sure sign something—or someone—is passing through. Just as the noise begins, it stops. The crunching of grass soon filled the brief silence, getting louder and louder with each step. He dares not to lift his head, not when the possibility of an enemy seeing his face is imminent. 

He would not attack them; he will retaliate if they attack first. 

But it seems the newcomer is either not interested in him, or have not registered his presence at all as a large *Splash!* Soon follows, bringing rapid rains of droplets into the air. The splash came from his left, so he brought his left wing to shield him from the onslaught of water. 

Are they seriously taking a bath here? With him in the area? Is this normal for dragons to do? He heard Mudwings live together in broods at all times, so perhaps commune bathing is the norm here? Is the other dragon even a Mudwing, though? He dares not look to find out. But he is... Befuddled by the following events, nonetheless.

It seems his temporary paradise was broken when the other dragon began speaking; to *Him.* More droplets was sprayed onto his wing as they talked,

```"Howdy! Sorry about the splash, didn't realize you were sitting over there!"```

So they didn't realize he was there, after all. Either this dragon is young—not an impossibility, for their voice is on the higher side—or they have a total lack of awareness to their environment. Either choices sounds dangerous in this day and age.

```"That's a nice lookin' helmet you've got there! I know a few friends that could help-"```

Blackbolt could not listen more to what they've said, for those words caused him to jump slightly and bringing the mask closer to his chest, in a crude attempt to shield it—and himself, from the other dragon's view. His head lowered involuntarily, talons instinctively bringing the mask onto his face, but he stopped himself before he can after seeing it still covered in the river's waters. He lifted a talon and tugged his hood downwards some more.

What in the Moons shall he do in this situation...