The Little Things [Open]

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The sun was just setting over the ocean, it's reds, oranges and dark blues and greens seemed painted, unreal to Merlot's eyes. To say this was his first sunset would be a lie, of course. No, this wasn't his first sunset, it was his first time viewing the sunset while on the beach. It was his first time seeing a beach. Hell, he had no idea what an ocean was. Merlot was raised in the woods and plains, not beside a beach. He could remember days when he and his brother would play along a river or lake. They had thought the lakes were the biggest body of water they would ever see. Of course, they had heard of oceans before, but in stories told by elders that were passed on, and because they thought the elders were so old, oceans and the works no longer existed. But here he stood, allowing the last bit of sunlight of the day to caress his pelt, warm his skin and fill him with wonder.



The blue roan was frozen in place while the light breeze from the ocean ruffled his mane and tail, flipping strands of his forelock across his ice blue eyes. As the sun dipped lower into the ocean, the blue roan sighed, his withers rising ad falling slowly, as if he was allowed to breathe once more. He dropped his head and stepped closer to the edge of the water. Something as clear and beautiful as this had to taste amazing, right? Well he tried it.



Wrong.



The young stallion snorted and shook his head, flinging droplets of salt water out beside him. He lifted his lip in disgust and pinned his ears back. Yuck, he thought. Merlot shook his head again and pawed at the water, "damn you,".



he muttered to the water as if it could hear him. Regardless of how it tasted, the water did feel wonderful so he stepped further into the ocean's water, allowing the waves to crash against his forelegs. Out of the blue, Merlot rose on his hind legs, kicking up water with his front as he reared up, hyper all of a sudden. He came back down into the water with a splash, perking his ears forward. Inwardly, he had smirked, thinking this was fun. Of course, when no one was watching, this stallion ended up frolicking like a young colt. Cautiously, Merlot craned his neck around, looking to see if anyone had saw him. Pleased, the blue roan stallion continued to frolic in the waves.

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INARA

Sunsets were the sort of things that still managed to pull Inara out of the darkness and into the open.

There was something lulling and calming about the way the sky would light up in reds, oranges, and sometimes purples. When the colours started stretching out over the forests, meadows, oceans, and lakes, Inara was dragged out of whatever hidey hole she had found for herself and was drawn to the west.

This brought her to the ocean- a great, thrumming beast that churned and danced under the reddening sky and looked more alive than anything else she had ever seen. Of course, the whole and half horned mare had seen the ocean before, and she had conquered it for all it was worth. It had been her path to another world, and it had been the gate that slammed shut behind her, preventing her from ever going back.

She didn’t really mind though, because the world beyond the forest and meadow in which she was born was big and beautiful and had so much more to offer.

Lingering at the edge of what little cover the trees here offered on the far end of the coast line, she was watching the sinking sun with her light and dark eyes, waiting for the day to disappear into darkness. Everything had been quiet at first, until she heard the unceremonious splash of someone dancing in the waves, and her eyes snapped to the side, seeing the blue and white horse prancing in an almost childlike fashion.

Jealous of his ability to let go and have fun, as most younglings should (a pleasure that had been ripped from her the moment she had been branded as a traitor), Inara twists her black lips into a scowl and moves towards him, only stopping when he glances back as if to make sure he was unseen. Perhaps he had not seen her thanks to her dark skin blending with the shadows, as he continued as if he had no audience. Still creeping closer, she only stops one she is within speaking distance, and greets him in a voice just loud enough to be heard over the colt’s frivolous splashing. "You look like someone that should be conquering the seas, not playing in them." It was a feeble attempt at being conversational, but the dark mare figured it would suit her well enough.

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He hadn't a clue someone had stumbled on him or was watching him from a distance. If he had, he may have had a bit more dignity and claimed there was a shark and he was kicking it's ass. Sharks swam in the waters, right? These waters, at least. He would have claimed that maybe he was doing the world a favor and conquering the waters so that beasts couldn't and wouldn't hurt the residents of this land. It's a pretty damn good excuse, if you ask him. Merlot paused for a moment to paw at the waves, crashing his ivory stilts against the offending water. It wasn't until his guest had said something that he knew he was no longer alone. 

Merlot, with all of his suave, looked back at the being and cracked a boyish grin across his kissers. "Who says I wasn't?" he asked her and stepped from the water back onto the beach where she stood. Droplets of the sea water slid down his painted form and landed in the damp sand. His now soaked mane clung to his equally wet neck. Merlot stepped away from her to shake his pelt free of some of the excess water then returned to her, letting out a small huff while the jagged strings of his cropped tail whipped against his flanks. "You seem disapproving of my behavior. Why's that?" he asked her with a boldness he seldom possessed.

That could be a small fib, since Merlot seldom possessed a filter to protect others from his opinions or sarcasm. However, he managed to get his childlike behavior out of the way for the moment through frolicking in the waves for the first time in his life. He dropped his crown momentarily to study the sand sticking to his duo colored pillars and chuckled to himself lightly before lifting his poll and allowed his gaze to study the mare across from him. 

"Did you know," the four year old started as he gazed upon the broken antlers upon her crown, "You're antlers are very interesting. Has character. I can't say I've ever met an equine like you before." He was being sincere, where he had come from he had never seen the likes of her. None of the equines had horns. This land held more marvels than the ocean, he had come to realize just this instant. 

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INARA

It was thanks to the disappearance of her revered and oh-so-special sister that she had learnt to distrust those that were too easy going and too frivolous in their actions.

One small child that was kicking and frolicking in the waves, spotted by a lone horse, could suddenly be swept away into the ocean and never heard from again, leaving the loner to become a suspect in their murder. Sane people only thought that it was the sole witness that had pushed the child into the waters instead of acknowledging that the child was too young and frail to swim on their own, and that the salty sea had risen up and taken their legs from under them. It was ridiculous to think of such things logically.

Naturally, as Inara spotted the younger painted stallion splashing about in the waves, it came to mind that she should ensure she wasn’t entirely alone in seeing him frolick- and that if he were to suddenly disappear, she should be hunted to the grave.

Unless, of course, he went unmissed.

With these dark thoughts running on ticker tape through her mind, she watches as he stops rather abruptly and turns towards her. With a small flicker of a smile on her lips, she nodded, bemused by his reaction. “You almost make it look fun, then.” She adds as an afterthought, watching him shake and move towards her, dropping her eyes to the sand where the salty water still dripped casually away from his body.

Perhaps she had no legitimate reason to disapprove of the stallion’s behaviour, but she had learnt all too well that playful creatures were often no good, and they were more trouble than they were fun. Of course, he might not know that. “Your frolicking reminded me of something.” Nonchalantly, she sounds almost dismissive of her own words, and more eager to bring their meeting forwards, away from whatever past she had.

His green eyes go up to her horns, poised at the very top of her brow, their roots covered by a messy, black mane. One cracked, the other spiraling carefully up and away from her face. She found it strange, frankly, to know that her kind had gone unnoticed by the stallion. Where she was from, her so-called crown was quite common amongst her people. “They’re quite common where I’m from. In fact, you look to be the first anomaly I’ve seen in a while. No wings, no horns... no unsightly fangs.” Inara observes him, suddenly aware that he must have been the first equine that she had stumbled across on her travels that didn’t sport some sort of extra appendage or accessory that only made stranger look more strange.

ooc: sorry it's kind bleer- I wanted to get this out before I disappear for the weekend :)