Jaws doesn’t know too much about what’s going on. She knows that her mother is a source of food. She knows that her mother is a little… off. The foal can’t really place it, but the woman always seems to be walking on eggshells around her. It’s more than slightly unnerving, and it’s enough to drive her a little… weird. Jaws isn’t a normal kid, or so she thinks. So her mother thinks too. Again with her mother being a strange woman. She just didn’t get foals, Jaws thought. It was easier to be a kid without mom breathing down her neck anyway. It was easier to just be… her.
The young foal made her way across the beach, splashing as the waves lapped upon the shore. She was broad and strong with long legs and a broad chest. It was an elegant sort of build that she had too her, a flickering of her tail in the breeze. There always seemed to be a breeze off the ocean, and it was comforting in the summer heat. It kept the heat from being so heavy, so dense with humidity. That was nice. Even the flickering palms gave enough shade to keep cool. This place wasn’t so bad, she was starting to think. A daughter born to the beach.
She didn’t know yet that she hadn’t been bred for this place. Sure, Jaws knew that her father was elsewhere, but she didn’t know just where. It was harder to keep track of that way. It was harder to know, and she was learning that every day. Her mother was a secretive woman, and she didn’t know how much she appreciated that. Jaws didn’t know how to think and how to feel about what felt like a million things, al the thoughts pinging around in her head. All the words and feelings and thoughts that she had and didn’t understand were getting hard to keep track of.
But she could splash in the ocean. Then there was the rain, falling down and soaking her already near black coat. It was enough to bring her squealing and giggling, having the time of her life then and there. Her eyes fixed on a figure not so far off, down the beach some. With the water droplets scattering out at her hooves, Jaws made her way at the mare. She wasn’t one that Jaws recognized, so why not go say hi? There didn’t seem to be a lot going on here so… well… why not?
With her tail flickering in the breeze, wetted down by the rain, she propelled herself toward the figure on the beach. It was a woman, but who was she? The filly let out a long whicker, ears flickering forward. Her eyes were bright and clear on the woman’s face, on her body, the voice high and childlike. That’s what she was, after all. “Who’re you?” It’s a gentle question, a child’s question. The filly’s head cocks to the side, posture open and bright. A bright girl, but not psychic.
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