Sol Bestiam
Sol reached the beach, enjoying the clear day and stretching his legs. He had spoken to Bel about meeting here, and was running later than he had intended. Seeing the aquatic mare down the beach, he let loose a call to get her attention. When she didn't react like usual, he frowned and picked up his pace to a ground eating trot.
"Bel?" He called when he got closer, hoping that she had just not been able to hear him from that distance. Still no response. She stood like a statue, making him nervous that there was some danger or something that was drawing her attention. When she let loose a call that echoed through him like her own form of a siren song, one that probably would only work on him, he felt a stab of fear. "Bel!"
"There's something out there . . . It . . . sings to me. Do you . . . hear it Sol?" Sol frowned at her question, so very confused by it all. She seemed to be moving deeper into the water, making him uneasy on a number of levels. Grumbling in his throat, he leapt forward and stepped between her and the open ocean. This was easily the deepest he had ever going into the water and it made him uneasy. Bel was up to her chest, but the water was only a little above his knees thanks to the nearly 2 feet of difference in height. He could tell that his hooves were not flaming, that the water around them was warmer but not enough to be super noticeable unless you were looking for it. Something about the way that Cally had been obsessing over them had made him pay closer attention. Shaking it away, he focused on Bel and what was going on with her.
"Lets get out of the water, Bel. Onto dry ground where we can try to figure out what is going on." He said softly, nudging her to try to direct her to the dry land and safety of solid ground.
"Speaking."
Notes: -facepalm- thank you for reminding me love!
