She had never been to the beach before. The chilling weather did not make the water seem inviting. Hana walked along the shore, ruby eyes turned out to the water. Her brother had returned to her, her life could not get better. It was a happy gait that she moved in, quick and flawless. For once she was not the clumsy sister of Lakota, the flawless shadow. She was Hana, a warrior of the Foothills. The mare from the The Grey was simply happy to be in Helovia, simply happy to be who she was. Grinning, she now turned her eyes to the path head of her. It was a clear run, up until a corner, Hana had no idea what was around the bend. But she did not believe that anyone would be able to hurt her today.

She came around the corner and spotted two figures in the distance and a huge shadow in the water. She stops at the bend and studies them all for a moment. What was it? That loomed in the water? Was it hurting the land borne figures, or where they hurting it? Nothing seemed clear, but it did at least appear relaxed. The situation does not seem to be dangerous to the mixed palette mare, so slowly but surely she beings walking towards the group. It takes her a while to reach them, the cold air keeping her alert and fresh. She stopped next to the two figures, one male and one a younger female than herself. But the beast in the water is what captured her interest the most. A smile plays on her lips as she studies the magical looking being. Fascinations burns through her. She does not feel the need to speak to the beast, instead she wishes to catch it's eye. Her face is a mask of calm and open friendliness, assuming that a smile and her body vibes would speak more than words. Hana did not believe that the beast would be able to speak her native tongue.

She glances down to the water, noticing that it was just gently lapping against the shore. Her hooves were not in it, however she wanted to know more about the creature. She entered the freezing water slowly. One step at a time. It was an extreme cold that ran through Hana, but the mare did not believe that she should just leave the beast as she was. What if it needed help and they where her only helpers? Turning around quickly she glanced at the others, knowing that the beast needed to return to the water. Frowning she looked at the situation as a whole, unable to see a way to help push the beast back out to sea. Head turned back to the beast sadness now plucking at the strings of her heart. Vocally she was still silent but Hana hoped, as she wondered closer to the beast, that her face and body language would speak to it. Tell it that it was going to be alright. They would help her escape the sandy prison that withheld her from her home.

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