Most nights, Mircea was working--hazard of being both someone who could not survive the daylight hours and the owner of a small business. The times of year when the days were short and the nights were long were his favorite. It meant that even on nights when he had to be at Books & Bins he still had a little time to himself to wander. As a human, he'd spent much of his time outdoors, albeit as a laborer, not someone taking a leisurely walk through town. Still, it was something he'd missed for a long time after he was turned, not really allowed to go out into the world when he was in the service of Lord Vasile, so ever since then, he had spent as much of his (non working) hours as he could outdoors. Nowhere he'd ever lived quite compared to the great, lush forests and misty foothills of his hometown--which he wasn't sure really existed anymore--but after 30 years, Summerview had grown on him more than anywhere else he'd ever lived, but he wasn't sure it would ever be "home".
Still, the beach was nice. Wallachia had always been lacking in that area, and anywhere he'd lived since then that had had a beach was usually a great improvement on anywhere that didn't. Cliffs were even nicer. They offered a unique vantage point the beach didn't high over the water as they were. Though even from the beach, he doubted he would have missed a dragon taking out a shark. That was... Something else. Not exactly a sight one witnessed out in the human world--or even in Summerview--very often. It was altogether impressive and dangerous.
The trouble with people (or in this case, dragon) watching, was that eventually you'd be caught. Well. It was probably rude to keep watching without saying something. Mircea slid down the sandy sloped side of the cliff that ran down to the beach, though he made sure to keep a healthy distance between himself and the dragon. They were rather unpredictable, from what he knew of them. "Would you believe it, over five hundred years on this planet and I've never had shark?"