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The soft rustle of the waves against the sandy shore was like the wistful, thoughtful sigh of the sea, a salty exclamation that rustled Bernadette’s mane and tail as the fawn-like mare looked out into the sapphire depths. It was a scorching summer day, beautiful and opulent, coaxing the ocean to sparkle like the most gorgeous gemstone held up to the sun’s rays. The heat was no bother, however; the sand that packed underneath Bernadette’s hooves was relaxing rather than scorching and irritant, and she enjoyed the calming, rhythmic motion of the water as it lulled her limbs and cooled the terrified blood that coursed through her veins. It was a rare moment indeed that the grey nymphet wasn’t charged up with nervous energy, prancing about on the hooves of a ballerina and constantly looking over her shoulder for any shadows with hands and guns, snatching for her tail and telling her to go home, go home before she was caught late after bedtime. There were no shadows here, however; the beach was an open, friendly place, and the few shadows here that clung to the undersides of rocks were transparent thing, content to let her pass them by, giving her tiny snippets of welcome. Hello there, lil’ girl, I ain’t seen one like you before. It’s a hot one today, isn’t it?
As the sun beat down upon the earth, it hit Bernadette, and she stood there in her contemplation totally oblivious to her beauty; the light danced to and fro upon her hide, gliding from facet to facet and allowing every moment made by Bernadette to result in a shower of sparkling lights. Bernadette had never gazed upon her reflection and had never bothered to look down at her own body—as such, the poor thing completely missed the reasoning for anyone to ever covet her entire being. It was an alien thought, but Bernadette would never guess that the sunlight that danced around her would plague her with the appearance of a living, breathing treasure horde of diamonds.
“Do the fish feel the sun?” she asked herself, her voice tender and quiet, allowing herself the freedom of open contemplation and the relaxing feeling of an unguarded moment, “I bet they do, otherwise they might freeze to death, yes? It is a nice day isn’t it? I would love for some companionship, but the breeze is nice.” She lifted her head into the warm wafts of salty air that emanated from far out at sea, breathing in deeply and savoring the feeling of the ocean’s embrace. “Yes, very nice,” she said in affirmation. As she spoke, a fierce and valiant battle was taking place, somewhere deep within her gullet; her body told her to flee and run, for even in a shadowless place, evil lurked. He could see you here! You are wide open to attack. He could snatch you up and suck the meat from your bones. Still, though, Bernadette spoke to herself, ignoring the inner sense that urged her to find shelter.
Bernadette didn’t want to be afraid anymore. She was tired of running, tired of the flutter she felt with every step and the worry she felt every time she looked behind her, making sure she wasn’t followed. It was a sickness; this kind of worry and fear would kill the mightiest warrior, and Bernadette was nothing close to that. She needed to control this fear, because J—well, that guy, he was not going to find her here in this god-infested place. She needed to remind herself that.
This was a new life, and she needed to let go to finally live it.
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"Hello!"
Goodbye!
Gettin' out of Dodge.
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