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The beach is cold, colder than the stallion had hoped. He had thought that perhaps the strip of beach might hold some warmth, even with Frostfall’s icy clutch on the earth, but if anything the wind blowing off of the vast expanse of ocean brings an extra chill to this place. Sandman might have left, but the feel of sand beneath his hooves is soothing, a reminder of his birthplace, even if the temperatures are opposite. His breath fogs in the frigid air, sending soft plumes of white trailing behind him for a moment before dissipating. Strong legs carry him at an easy trot, disturbing a flock of birds who squawk at him reproachfully before settling themselves upon the dunes once again.
Boredom causes the draft beast to cast his eyes about for any form of amusement. A moment later he spotted a golden equine out among the waves. Odd, that anyone would choose to swim now. The water must be absolutely freezing. He altered his path to carry him nearer to the blue wetness, carefully keeping himself beyond the point where waves lapped onto the land. He had no desire to test the ocean’s temperature, already chilled despite his thick pelt.
Head raised and released a low bugle, announcing his presence to the other horse, a mare if he were to judge by what little he could see of her build. Hooves shifted restlessly against the loose grains under them as he pondered how to act if the femme approached. He decided rapidly on his disguise, and once again turned his attention to the lady, waiting to see how things would play out.
OOC:Sorry if posts are slow, I'm eating dinner atm
Walking the walk
Talking the talk
Thinking my thoughts
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Ignore the Cold, It's Just a Feeling [Sandman]
