The elder demon had been flying lazily through the skies, twisting in slight circles to keep him awake. He heard the sounds of crashing waves, and intook a deep breath through his nostrils, noting the scents. This was definately the beach. He smiled to himself, slowing down the beating of his wings to come to a soft landing in the sand. He felt the sand between his toes, sighing in a contented manner, before falling onto his rear, sitting.
He let a small violet flame come from the palm of his hand, illuminating the area in front of him. He looked around, seeing two figures on the ground a few yards away each. He then moved some sand aside, placing the ball of violet flame into the small crater he had made. Sairento then laid back, yawning softly.