This is where she comes more often than anywhere but her own home. And in truth, she might spend almost as much time here as she does in the Falls. There is nothing like the sea, after all. The waterfalls and pools and rivers of the Hidden Falls are both plentiful and beautiful. There’s certainly no denying this; these are, in fact, the main reasons she calls the Falls home. No other herd has water in such abundance as the Earth God’s kingdom. But still, these things are not the sea. They do not reach into infinity, to some place she has never found the end of. And trust her, she has tried. She has traveled the world to all the places that touched the sea. All the places she could find, anyway. That was what brought her to Helovia…

That’s a story she does not want to get into today, and so she keeps her thoughts from drifting to all the things Helovia had taken from her. To the tiny scraps it gives her in return, like little consolation prizes. She takes them, having learned that something is better than nothing, and her only alternative is nothing. She’s already tried leaving Helovia, to see if that would return her powers. But no, what Helovia takes, it does not return.

Today is a rather pleasant day. Winter’s fingers still cling to the weather, but they are losing their grip, and the breeze that blows, though chilly, is not cold and biting as it had been. Sand darts against her legs and underbelly, but she does not mind. She has never minding the sand. As always, she makes her way into the sea, standing with the surf halfway up her sides and simlpy letting the waves crash over her back. The water is still cold, and her normally gray skin turns to cool colors beneath the water’s carass.

For a while, it is just her in her little patch of the beach. But eventually, the sound of someone crashing through the waves catches her attention. Having been run into enough in Helovia, she has learned to turn and look, though this stallion seems like he is probably far enough toward the beach to avoid her. A rather stocky, black and white stallion gallops through the froth looking much like a child. She cannot blame him for this. In fact, such childlike happiness in the waves brings a twitch of a smile to her features, though it’s fades just as quickly as it comes.

She watches with vague interest as the stallion plays, letting him keep on about his antics rather than disturbing. The seal-gray mare is not always kind and certainly not very skilled at being sociable, but she can’t see a reason to take away his enjoyment. At the very least, she is not cruel. So instead she keeps an eye on him, partly out of her curiosity, and partly just to make sure he doesn’t accidentally smash into her.


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Syrena

let the water take me