The sea does not reward those who are
too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient.
One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea
As the sun climbed over the shimmering horizon the tide gradually retreated from the sandy shore. Amongst the discarded drift wood and sea weed lay the heaped body of a bay pony. She was lying on her left side, her mane and tail dishevelled and knotted in places. It was obvious she had been in the sea for some time, a captive of the rolling waves, a delicate leaf caught in a gale, and now discarded like a forgotten toy. She's lucky to be alive.
Her eye lids stir as the sun rises into the cloudless sky. Five more minutes, she thinks to herself wearily. She didn't know where she was and at this particular moment she didn't care. She was tired, her limbs numb from fighting to keep herself a float. There was no immediate reason to get up, the beach sounded vacant of all other life beside the sea birds soaring overhead.
A gull lands on her starboard side and begins prod and jab at her shoulder with it's beak. With a surprising burst of speed she whips her head around and snaps at the bird who ascends into the sky with a shrill squawk. “I'm not dead yet,” she hisses through sepia stained teeth before her head flops back onto the sand weighed down from a combination of exhaustion and her sodden ebony mane.GRANUAILE
mare ~ 3 ~ 14.2hh ~ no rank ~ no port