Jane
The ocean called her name, it felt like. Not in an elegant way, but in a slow grating way. Jane turned her attention away from it, nosing at the husk of a shell. It was a soft blue, just like with everything, but it was far nicer to look at than anything else in the surroundings. Everything here reminded her of a callous; the brandished cliffs and the sand, perhaps once rugged cliffs themselves, reduced to nothing but dust. That was how things went, she supposed.
Deep in thought, she barely noticed movement further along on the beach. When it came closer, she threw her head up and stiffened her body. The figure came closer and Jane assessed- a filly, certainly her own age. The only other in the vicinity. Jane passed a glance up to the slopes where Hardison evidently hadn’t noticed that anything else was near.
Jane turned her head again, ear twitching backwards. It was a pegasus, shorter than Jane herself. She was evidently a pretty young thing, elegant and angular in body with a pair of light blue eyes.
Hardison wouldn’t notice, and there was no way this mare was a threat. Jane watched her slowly until the words came softly. Hello, looking for shells? Her voice was as sweet as her appearance, and she evidently kept her wings tight against her multicolour coat. “Uh…” Jane hadn’t talked to many of her own age, and social skills did tend to avoid her. “I suppose so, yes. Would you like to join me?” She tipped her head a little, inviting the mare closer.
