Night dipped into the sky with a heavy hand, extending a deep blue shade across every corner of the world, poking small holes into the fabric to allow the faintest twinklings of starlight to flicker through. Waves crashed on the shore and soothed out the last of her thoughts.
The sea at night was different.
Previously, she had warned herself of attending the chapel after dark. A set of laws had to be designed for her life in order to survive, and basking in the infinite world of the sea during the darkest hours brought a certain chill about her spine, much unlike the chills that presently kissed her damp coat. The kind that makes you want to be brave when instinct has taught you your whole life that it's going to kill you when you mess up.
She fell prey at dusk, desperate for some sort of relief. It took in all of her problems and gathered her stressful body up in it's large, warm arms, embracing her and slowly drinking all of her vices.
It never came to be what she had thought it to be. Her own bioluminescence found some sort of purpose in her life, using the light to ignite the surrounding waters in a low glow, expelling fish from hiding places when she passed too close. Size came into advantange at avoiding the obvious threat.
When she felt that she had overstayed her keep, driven out at the sight of distant lightning on the horizon, part of a storm that was cast far out of the prairie of the sea's surface that might strike a land mass in the days ahead. If she'd been younger, then maybe she would of dreamed of what it would be like to see those places.
Now, lying in the cool sand while the remaining water dripped off of her champagne coat into a pool around her, the idea seemed impossible. So many others had poured in from distant places, but the idea of leaving seemed useless. She had built something for herself in the Throat, and to waste it all on something that would kill her in the end, emptying and alone and pleading something that might of fed into it...
Well, it wasn't worth it.
The mare tosses to her side, groaning softly as wet sand clings to her. The sensation left an annoyed feeling across her skin, rubbing inbetween the hairs of coat, grinding and embedding itself deeper and deeper.
Why do the better things in life have to come with something horrible after them?
Her complaint sounds through her mind and blocks out the once deafening sound of two very different worlds crashing into one another with brute force.

@[Amara]