He offers her a closer look, and the two make their way down a rocky path. It was one of those little, secluded crannies. That one might never know unless they had spent quite some time here, exploring the land and noting each little treasure. Killgore carefully as she could, picked her way down the narrow trail, stopping only a few times to consider hoof placement. It was lucky enough to her that she had yet slipped, each close encounter somehow righting itself. Once loose earth, again allowing her traction, as she made her descent.
Her dark eyes light up, open and alert. The softness of the sand a remarkably odd sensation beneath her mass. Sinking ever so slightly with each footfall, lightly feathered pillars having to be pulled from suction as she progressed. She watched Khaos amble past her and enter the laping waters, white foam adorned each tide as it danced up the sand. Trails rippled their way past iron obstruction, the sand only fleeing from his daggers each time the water receded.
She steadily walked forward in curiosity, noting the squish sensation she received with each step. The wet sand was cool and pleasant, she thought what a nice roll might feel like in the damp earth. Finally reaching the waters edge she stood a silent statue next to the iron stag, the water licking atound her hooves. She lowered her head, closer inspecting the eb and flow of the water. Little creatures could sometimes be spotted skuttling under the sand, fleeing from the sun or heat, she was unsure. She did perhaps a silly thing, touching much to close her maw to the water. Salt touching her lips and making her toss her head in annoyance. She knew the sea was salty, but she had not expected it to be that salty. Disgusting.
She looked up again, after he spoke of seeing the beach at night, a small smirk on her face. "You'll just have to bring me back tonight then. It's very nice, very..different. The sand and the water, what an odd sesation."she nibbled at him lightly, just at the base of his neck. It was not quite the same as nibbling a flesh horse, but she did not find it unsatisfactory. A little crab scurried across the sands, and she whuffed at it dancing ever closer for a proper inspection. "Rest. There is no rest for the wicked", she laughed, she could go days without rest.
