She rests beneath the surface of the Oasis, with only her dorsal fin breaking the surface -- absorbing the warmth of the sun in the lazy afternoon air, her forelegs stretched out along the shallow muck, her body submerged in water just deep enough to hide her. There was no need to lift her head above the water for oxygen, this strange body of hers adapting whenever she found herself submerged, and so she simply lazed beneath the water. At least, until a disturbance above managed to draw her from her reverie, her narrow snout breaking the surface of the water and quickly followed by the rest of her neck and chest as her legs straightened beneath the water. It was a mare she’d never seen before, one bright and flashy with horns of ruby red, and she found herself intrigued almost instantly. A quick wiggle of her tail freed her from the sandy floor she’d been resting upon before she was approaching the fair lady, ears perked and fins flared up along her neck. “You seem to wear a crown meant for a queen, my lady,” She calls out with a smile that shows the sharp teeth beneath her lips, her eyes scanning across the wide, proud horns and the roses that decorated them. “Might I be lucky enough to learn your name?” |
