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Her perked ears could barely make out what Kis the Sea-man was saying. Something about the ocean, about swimming. And then others started to grab seaweed with their mouths (she shuddered at the thought), disappearing beneath the waves. Her pale eyes widened even further, trying desperately to find her brother now that fewer equines were on the beach. Her hooves shuffled on the itchy shrubs she stood upon, accidentally throwing some sand up her leg and resulting in a distressed bleat erupting from her chest.
Her horned head snapped down to fearfully glare at the pinpoints of bright white sand that gleamed against her dark grey skin, before whipping back up to continue looking for her brother. They shouldn’t go swimming. They weren’t meant to swim. Though Esi often bathed in water, she rarely let her hooves leave the bottom. And this was salt water—it was dirty and left a film of grit across the body when dry. Not like the cleansing freshwater of her home in the Edge.
Her nostrils trembled as she searched, her panicked eyes missing more than they caught. So she had passed over brother-calf at least three times before her distressed gaze finally focused on him. “Rak!” was her scream above the wind and waves, but her terror constricted her throat and strangled the volume out of her voice. “RAK!” She tried to outstrip her fear with another scream, but it was futile.
So she hovered and tentetively took a step off of the Sandivy shrubs and into the dune’s deep sand. A shudder wracked her body as it touched the skin above her coronary band, forcing her to halt. “Rak,” her cry was a whisper, tears now springing from her eyes as she was help trapped away from her brother by her own fears.
Her horned head snapped down to fearfully glare at the pinpoints of bright white sand that gleamed against her dark grey skin, before whipping back up to continue looking for her brother. They shouldn’t go swimming. They weren’t meant to swim. Though Esi often bathed in water, she rarely let her hooves leave the bottom. And this was salt water—it was dirty and left a film of grit across the body when dry. Not like the cleansing freshwater of her home in the Edge.
Her nostrils trembled as she searched, her panicked eyes missing more than they caught. So she had passed over brother-calf at least three times before her distressed gaze finally focused on him. “Rak!” was her scream above the wind and waves, but her terror constricted her throat and strangled the volume out of her voice. “RAK!” She tried to outstrip her fear with another scream, but it was futile.
So she hovered and tentetively took a step off of the Sandivy shrubs and into the dune’s deep sand. A shudder wracked her body as it touched the skin above her coronary band, forcing her to halt. “Rak,” her cry was a whisper, tears now springing from her eyes as she was help trapped away from her brother by her own fears.
esinakh
Esi STAYS ON DUNES
and has a mini meltdown while calling for @Arakh
Seeking: [ Magic: EarthxWater (U) | Can craft animate clay items. ]
No prior refusals.
Please tag Esinakh.
