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I've never been a rich man
And that was how the west was won
And that was how the west was won
Water has become a titular part of her life, an active part of her day where some of it was spent beneath some body of water. The soft, rocking motion always helped to quell the pain, pain that was slowly beginning to ebb into something different, something new. Bathsheba was growing, that much was for certain. The promise of change was having a positive effect on her daily attitude, or maybe it was the horses she was meeting. Since that first day curled up in the dank corner of a cave with Sialia, the filly felt as though she was finally seeing the sun. She watched it now, creeping slowly toward the far horizon in the West, it's bright light reaching out to the clouds that moseyed through the sky. It was beautiful and revitalizing in a ways that Sheba was starting to rely on, she enjoyed her shadows yes, but she liked the sun more.
It was here, waist-deep in the waves that she saw her first, a creature so strange and red that she almost laughed. Red? There were chestnuts and sorrels but red? That was a bold and vicious color to present. Yet there she was, meandering down to the water, hooves dipping into the tide as it rushed up to claim the beach once more. Only after the aqua hit her skin did the filly see something truly remarkable, she changed! The reds become soft blues, highlighted green and teal under the suns watchful eye. the blues crawled up her legs and kissed her belly, splattering across her back like paint and Bathsheba gasped. Now that was a sight to see and the patchwork child did a little dance of excitement. "Wow!" She breathed, unable to contain herself. Long, skinny legs pushed through the waves, bringing the little girl forward and closer to the color-changing mistress. Her tail, drenched and heavy, swept up and through to the surface as she began to ascend from the cool water. All sense of common courtesy was lost, replaced with a childish rush of adrenaline she was still trying to get used to. "How did you do that?" She asks, finally coming up to where she could face the mare without being too terribly close. Bathsheba admired the multi-dimension of blues and reds as they swathed together, no telling where one began and the other ended.
(sorry for the delay! :3)
@Syrena
It was here, waist-deep in the waves that she saw her first, a creature so strange and red that she almost laughed. Red? There were chestnuts and sorrels but red? That was a bold and vicious color to present. Yet there she was, meandering down to the water, hooves dipping into the tide as it rushed up to claim the beach once more. Only after the aqua hit her skin did the filly see something truly remarkable, she changed! The reds become soft blues, highlighted green and teal under the suns watchful eye. the blues crawled up her legs and kissed her belly, splattering across her back like paint and Bathsheba gasped. Now that was a sight to see and the patchwork child did a little dance of excitement. "Wow!" She breathed, unable to contain herself. Long, skinny legs pushed through the waves, bringing the little girl forward and closer to the color-changing mistress. Her tail, drenched and heavy, swept up and through to the surface as she began to ascend from the cool water. All sense of common courtesy was lost, replaced with a childish rush of adrenaline she was still trying to get used to. "How did you do that?" She asks, finally coming up to where she could face the mare without being too terribly close. Bathsheba admired the multi-dimension of blues and reds as they swathed together, no telling where one began and the other ended.
@Syrena
