it's our world they can never have it She rests beneath the surface of the ocean, 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 as the waves gently pushed her back and forth. Eventually, however, she grew bored with simply dozing, and with a quick stretch she had propelled herself into deeper water, although she was careful not to go too deep where the larger predators could be found. Instead, she headed for Denocte’s ports, dodging around the boats there until she reached a pier low enough that she could pop her head up and, with a little effort, managed to hook her hooves over the side so she could pull herself up to look at the boardwalk -- and instantly found herself looking towards a pale, gorgeous unicorn who looked like she should have the attention of the entire boardwalk on her. “Psst -- hey, gorgeous!” |
@Mesnyi
