Watching the waves wash up along the beach as she walked along with her feet sinking into the deep sand the pale fae tried to enjoy the day. The sun was shining and the weather was still warm no one could complain about that. Lowering her head so her upper lip skimmed the water's surface she watched as the small undersea creatures frantically swam to get out of her way zipping this way and that way. They were brilliant little things that were very flashy and appeasing to watch but they never dared to wander close enough to interact.

Rainbow colours caught her view drawing her gaze to a lovely girl up upon the beach. She was awe struck by her colours and grew envious of her brightly coloured canvas compared to her own of white and silver. As her eyes focused outward from the mare another strange object came into view seemingly standing upon the sand with no help what so ever. Two others examined the door as if trying to get something inside it, surely there couldn't be anything in it? Trailing from the waters to examine the door for herself her aqua orbs trailed over the smoothness of its features right down to the ivory bones adorning it. The thought of the bones gave her a little chill of unease surely death was nothing to mess around with.

Watching the painted mare fiddle around with the grotesque jawbone in what she assumed was the lock, she wondered if it might work. The stallion seemed to stand around waiting for the task to succeed while the other white pegasus attempted brute force to knock the door down. The bone being the key seemed like the most logical answer to this problem but perhaps it was only placed there to confuse them. Looking around for something else that might be of use such as a rib from remaining carcass or the jawbone. Finding no other bones she resented to the next best thing and moved to pick up some objects commonly washed up upon the shore. A couple long sticks, a slender stone and a oblong shaped shell were of her picks. Carrying them back to the door she rested them down at its threshold before turning to the rainbow mare. "Any progress with that? Maybe something else could fit in the lock better to open it? I got these items that may work." She commented kindly not wanting to come across as rude or as if she was trying to be bossy.

Reaching out with her muzzle she tries to grasp the handle. Perhaps turning the handle might open the door with the bone in its lock?


Brisa speaks


NOTES: Brisa likes Bellona's idea but on the chance that the jawbone does not work she has gathered other items to try instead. Tries to turn the door handle while Bellona is still fiddling with the lock.

Brisa would like a common dragon companion[firebreath]