10-30-2020, 10:44 PM
Torrent half-smiled at the strange man standing in the water. It wasn't windy today, not except for the occasional breeze, and the moon was only half full. A great day to be in the water, all in all. Still, the boy hesitated. It was a nice day for swimming. It was not a nice day to be beached on a sandbar.
With a shrug, he nodded at the open horizon. "That's a lot of things in the water," he commented mildly, half a dozen examples in mind. The mystery was solved quickly though, when the broad wings of the shining stallion cast their shadow on the surface of the sea. Torrent squinted slightly, before a giggle escaped him.
The feisty little crustacean was a brilliant little spot of red against the creamy fetlock, claws weaving in and out of the hairs. "Aw, it's just a little crab!" He grinned, dropping his head for a better look. "They're kind of pinchy, but that one's too small to hurt you, I think." There were larger variants that walked among the palm trees sometimes, and all kinds of ocean going cousins. Good little bottom dwellers that cleaned up the reefs with gusto.
With a whicker of amusement, the colt straightened up to look back at the stallion. Ophanim, as he's introduced himself. "I'm Torrent," he replied, before nodding back to the man's leg. "I can get it off for you if you come up here. And uh, yeah, I do." He added, fumbling subjects.
@[Ophanim]
With a shrug, he nodded at the open horizon. "That's a lot of things in the water," he commented mildly, half a dozen examples in mind. The mystery was solved quickly though, when the broad wings of the shining stallion cast their shadow on the surface of the sea. Torrent squinted slightly, before a giggle escaped him.
The feisty little crustacean was a brilliant little spot of red against the creamy fetlock, claws weaving in and out of the hairs. "Aw, it's just a little crab!" He grinned, dropping his head for a better look. "They're kind of pinchy, but that one's too small to hurt you, I think." There were larger variants that walked among the palm trees sometimes, and all kinds of ocean going cousins. Good little bottom dwellers that cleaned up the reefs with gusto.
With a whicker of amusement, the colt straightened up to look back at the stallion. Ophanim, as he's introduced himself. "I'm Torrent," he replied, before nodding back to the man's leg. "I can get it off for you if you come up here. And uh, yeah, I do." He added, fumbling subjects.
@[Ophanim]