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broke as hell, but blessed with beauty,

Paradox moves at a moderate pace, weaving in and out of the trees as they make their way to the beach. She takes every opportunity to avoid the abuse that the sun gives. Sweat clings to her flanks, but this time- she doesn't pay attention. She carries herself elegantly, her head high and her neck carrying that well known Arabic arch. She has done something good, and she can't wait to show Ashamin. It seemed he was the only one she looked to for approval and coming from someone like her- that was strange. But he had respectfully taken her in and taught her things no one else would. He had believed in her. Though, a sore amount of damage had come from their spar. She winced slightly at the remembrance. The twinge of the pain still slightly evident with each step. Her gait paused as she looked back toward the meek mare who was supposed to be following. Like what you see so far? She questioned, an almost brightness to her tones. What was happening to her? Was she becoming....nice? Surely not, it must just be the excitement from her accomplishment. Not waiting for the reply, she turned back toward the destination and proceeded onward. Finally, they cleared the tree line and sand was beneath her feet. Hot sand surrounding her hooves and causing more of a tug on that sore stifle. This had been the very place of the battle. She sighed as she looked around, it seemed no one was here but she would summon them with a call when the time was right. A soft glance back to the mare following just to check her reaction, this would be the first time Sali had seen the ocean. Paradox couldn't remember the first time she'd seen the beach, in fact, she couldn't remember life without it. She'd always lived near the water. She tried imagining what the first time would be like. Watching the majesty of a large body of water roll in and out carelessly. Strong enough to take anything in its path, yet calm enough to lull even a fussy baby to sleep. She proceeded forward until the cool water lapped up around her knees, her hooves sinking slightly in the sand. A deep size passed her lips and she closed her eyes momentarily waiting for the mare to pull up beside her. She didn't look towards the mare, only straight ahead, her ice orbs fixed on where the water met the sky. Isn't it perfect? Her voice was hushed- for no matter how many times she came out here, it always put her in awe. Breaking her gaze, she peered around the two of them, searching for any other sort of life. Seeing none, she decided to let loose a loud call that would echo loud enough to hopefully bring in some other members to meet their new girl. It would soon be time for sunset, and the girl would get to watch the most spectacular show on earth. A sight of blues and oranges and purples-sometimes reds and pinks. The sight of the ocean absorbing the fire of the sky.

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