Rhythmic waves lapped gently between alabaster pillars, weaving and swirling as the push and pull of the salty liquid gently rose and fell. Flaxen fibers twisting and flowing within the waters grasp with ease, floating lazily behind. Soothing, it was quiet and calm, stray clouds hovering in the sky above passing transparently before the crescent moon. Autumn lobes slicked to the side to listen to the warrior as he followed into the oceans caress; his words a tad unexpected as reflective crystals shifted to gaze back upon him, though her visage only moved slightly, ivory lips edging slightly towards her chest. Home. It was nearly ironic that he had said such a thing; Note had suggested the same, even pointing out the oasis that sprouted like a desert flower in the middle of the throat. Unsure of what to say, she remained silent for a moment, her lips offering a gentle smile before pools turned and refocused upon the oceans waves.

How does one suggest the power of this place; the want and desire to be close to the ocean? Perhaps it was the unicorn in her blood, or the Pegasus that drives her desires to explore new worlds. She didn’t plan on coming here tonight, she had just come to say goodbye, to move on from the grasp of the throat. Hector, by far was the only reason she remained- no one else knew who she was, other than the painted mare that had her ass ripped by the blue-bird at the herd meeting. Why here; the voice pulled her mind back to reality, gaze falling down to her cream hooves, watching the grains of sand fluttering over their marbled tops. Why now; autumn cupped lobes faced forth, as she watched their reflections dance upon the surface, the glittering rays of light reflecting from the liquid painted her face in a series of dances. What was his concern, why had he come? There is no telling where she would have ended up if he wouldn’t have stumbled upon her. But now here they stood, knee deep in the oceans embrace- alone.

"It is hard to remain in a kingdom filled with those who question your presence." soft vocals, surprising to herself as she lifted crystal pools back upon the horizon. Did she open up, did she tell him about her history- her code? Could she trust him not to sell her out to those wanting her dead, or captive? Her mind a mess, she turned to gaze upon the red stallion, admiring the way the light only seemed to perfect his physique. "It is here, I feel closest to home." She spoke once more, but the home she was talking about was not of the Dragons Throat- but of her birth land, a land of hybrids and royalty, of magic and lawful residents. A gentle smile tugged upon plush ivory lips as they extended to his neck in contentment. "Thank you, Hector- for accompanying me." She whispered, letting her voice fade away with the lullaby of the ocean. Gentle huffs of warm breath exhaled next to his neck, a gentle brush of her muzzle against its base, as she turned almost sorrowful; retreating from the waters clutch.

Emotions flooded her mind, her body tingling cooling as the wind brushed across her sleek skin. Soft warm sands shifted and molded to her steps, as flaxen-rust pendulum flicked and cracked against the summer air. Limbs where weary, though she was not tired, she considered lying upon the warm sands; but that would make her vulnerable. A gentle sigh escaped, as she gazed down the lengthy beach before flashing a curious glance to the flame-kissed, wondering what was running through his mind..

Mother's Voice.
Response to mother.
@[Hector]
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Morana