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But her inability to control the ocean did not stop the school of saltwater minnows from doing just that. Unafraid of the hooves of the hybrid even as they broke the water at the shore, they swam and surrounded Ktulu's feet eagerly, as if pulling her deeper into the water. Finned tails slapped against her ankles as if to tickle and tease, and with steady, unblinking eyes, they leapt from the water, and brought it with them.
Behind each minnow trailed a small column of water, and the school's combined effort managed to cover her legs up to the knees in the salty, stinging bite of the sea. A few climbed up further on the water, entangling themselves in her mane and tail or slapping her back as they swam in the pools of water they brought to rest between her shoulders. It was as if they knew there was something special about her, or remembered her from those very days when her legs stood crooked yet her heart stayed strong. A few swam down by her ears and traced the outline of the bone beneath her eyes, until at last they dripped from her horn and fell back into the water from whence they came, leaving her soaked to be sure.
Behind each minnow trailed a small column of water, and the school's combined effort managed to cover her legs up to the knees in the salty, stinging bite of the sea. A few climbed up further on the water, entangling themselves in her mane and tail or slapping her back as they swam in the pools of water they brought to rest between her shoulders. It was as if they knew there was something special about her, or remembered her from those very days when her legs stood crooked yet her heart stayed strong. A few swam down by her ears and traced the outline of the bone beneath her eyes, until at last they dripped from her horn and fell back into the water from whence they came, leaving her soaked to be sure.
