The crab was not quite…flailing, but it was trying to determine how to right itself with each leg carefully stretching and turning, carefully scraping around. Inara tipped her crown, her breathing slowing considerably as she considered the creature before her. In her homelands there had been no beaches, and certainly no creatures like this one. Every single day brought a new revelation, a new discovery and she relished in that feeling. She wanted to know more about the world around her, and all of its inhabitants.
Her ears flickered forward as her gaze registered another face, lowered in a similar fashion to her own, jerking her head back so quickly that she had to shuffle a few paces back in the sand. A flustered feeling rose in her chest, and she cleared her throat a few times as she realized that there was yet another equine here as well. So much for seclusion, she thought as she looked between the two of them. The one that had joined her little staring match with the hermit crab was a stallion – his bay coat splashed with white and a pair of enchanting shade of red. Perhaps the most notable thing about him was his feminine appearance, and the assortment of gold adorning his face.
And then the mare, with her hoof still raised as though she had been trying to quietly back away from this encounter. Inara was unsure of the clatter that had caused her attention to be drawn to her, but it was her looks that held her attention. The bold red markings and the seemingly translucent tentacles that outstretched along the mare’s body. What a sight! Ashamed by her staring, Inara shook her senses back to her as her eyes flickered between the two of them.
“O-o-oh.” She said softly, as a fresh breeze bellowed down upon them from the sea. The crab that had captured her attention before had managed to turn itself over, spindly legs striking out in the sand as if to try to escape the situation in which it had found itself. Her ears pinned back for a moment in uncertainty, her body held in an awkward lean backwards because she was unsure of the footing behind her. “Ah…” She tried again, finding her attempts at speaking were as fumbling as ever. She had never been an eloquent speaker, had never really needed to be due to the careful seclusion her father had put her in.
“Are y-y-you looking for…uhm…ah…r-r-relics too?” She asked, stammering her way through the sentence. She glanced at the young stallion and then the mare, shuffling her weight uncertainly. It did not seem that they were any more together than she, but she had learned fairly quickly that looks could be deceiving.
“I’m s-s-sorry, was that your uhmmm…w-w-whatever?” She asked of the painted stallion, finding that the crab at their hooves was trying to make a hasty getaway.
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