Salty Sea Sounds

[Music]

There was absolutely nothing on this scene that bothered her. There was nothing here that would ever move her more than she had already been moved. There was nothing that would ever cause her to gasp, shiver, or roll her eyes in distaste of fear. There was nothing here that could dare to put her off of her eerily calm mood.

She was just chilling by the ocean, taking keen interest in the thin, whip-like grasses that grew along the shores there. Her gentle lips quickly ripped away at the smooth vegetation. She was at peace right now, just eating away as nature intended, as she now knew as her only "normal".

Her ears were perked in minute interest at the sound of crashing waves, hissing hot sand being dumped with water, and the coo of the wind. It was a beautiful symphony and it was all her secret pleasure at the moment. Her own sound track was on a forever replay. No one would stop it, even when she was dead. Maybe it was truly not her sounds to claim, but she very well liked the way they sounded and didn't enjoy when the childish squeak of a sea gull brushed into the background like an unruly background dancer trying to get front stage.

She raised her head, eyes still calm. Her ears were back though, but she continued to chew regardless. Her ears were one of the few things that truly showed her emotions any more. The obvious thing was that she was now very annoyed. Her teeth clanked as soon as the grass was swallowed. "Get lost."

The sea gull only retorted with an ignorant squall, further pushing the mare toward an angry fit. Her dark eyes blazed and the dark liver colored animal suddenly rocketed, determined to show the sea gull she meant business. Music didn't care who saw, personally.

The sea gull quickly flew off, knowing that the horse would probably run over it and not care. After all, they were not kin nor were they friends. Why should a horse even consider the slaying of a sea gull a sin?

Music snorted, content that the sea gull had flown off. She lowered her head, sniffing at the grass. She didn't eat of the salt filled stuff again. She would need to return inland by the end of the day and drink lots of water. For now, though, her belly was full of funny tasting grass and she was at ease to be serenaded by the ocean.

[Dahlia]

The air was chilled, smelling of salt and sea and fresh loam..It was nothing like the scent of the Hills where endless grass swayed in the wind and hills rolled and rolled..But it was nice. Dahila rarely ventured far from home, but she had felt that a solitary jaunt was called for. She had felt the need to separate from her herd for a few scant hours and lope toward the beach. It was rare that she found the desire to do such a thing- what did she have outside of her beloved herd? But sometimes...sometimes her role was stifling. She loved it, really, and she was very protective of the others in the herd and her place among them.. But it could be so lonely, and sometimes she thought about picking a stallion to mate simply to ease the burden of that loneliness, but she never did..

Now, she sought solitude and comfort in the beach. Tendrils of her dark mane danced in the salted breeze as she stood upon the rocky path overlooking the long stretch of sand and sea. Dark eyes gazed out over the constantly-moving waters with a soft sigh..The shock of the cold water would feel nice, she knew, though the salt would cake in her pelt and it would take some time to clean it out again. But a swim was always worth it, if one felt the urge.

Turning gracefully, she began to pick her way down toward the rolling sands even as she heard the annoying call of a sea gull. Such loud and obnoxious things..Dahlia despised them. But they were birds of the sea and never found their way further inland, so she was satisfied for the most part. The sea gull wasn't what interested her, however. It was the mare which was at that moment charging the gull and sending the winged irritant back into the distance in a hurry.

"Irritating little pests, aren't they?" she commented as she approached near to the other mare, though keeping a reasonable and polite distance. Lowering her head briefly, she nosed at the grass but didn't eat, instead crinkling her nose and returning her crown to its full height, now watching the other female curiously.