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Lingering on by the last of the straggly, gnarled trees lining the beach (becoming the forest through which they’d just travelled), Hector watched his interest fondly. His eyes were unblinking, absorbing the shimmering mystery of her two-toned body as it bathed unabashedly beneath the returning glow of the pale moon. She was exquisite, a tormenting enigma; so quietly perfect. His rust-red eyes held her jealously, protectively, as she slipped into the shade of her night,
their night. Balanced ears found the sliding scuff of her hooves through the pale sand, and concentrated on that while the steady roar of the ocean grew around it. He found not the same interest here as she seemed to. Morana he thought industriously, was drawn to the sea, compelled, and Hector really didn’t fancy another swim without reason to better her opinion of him.
Large horned skull lowered to the sand, dark hooves shifting until he’d found the place she had been. He snorted briskly, dusty flurrying into an invisible plume before his unusual face; so strong was the scent of the seductress, so musky, that he was pulled forward to join her where the mild, lapping waves washed around his tired fetlocks. The water was cool but not cold, and the brackish quality began to soak at once against his skin, to soothe wiry tendons and soften stiff joints. So too was the dust of the desert cleansed from his legs as he merged further, aiming for the side of the mare as she crooned (so delicately) about warmth. Hector shook his head slightly, golden-red locks flapping heavily as the sea-mist collected throughout,
"...there is ocean back home (perhaps a little more unruly, he thought),
you know." Lashing waves, salt, the beach looked the same everywhere, but the oblivious stallion smiled for the sake of her apparent pleasure.
Letting his eyes spill forward then to join her gaze as it wandered across the sparkling black distance, he drew a deep breath. Wings perched high above, well clear of the wet, and long leonine tail floated like limp weed across the surface behind.
"Why here?... Why now?" the soldier asked suddenly, turning one ear alone to investigate her response. It was a long way to come after all, for just a quiet dip. Veci rested quietly upon his bonded’s high back, untroubled by the presence of the water, but equally uninspired as it lapped against copper flanks below; and certainly not enthused by the company they were sharing.
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