This was the first time her mother has allowed her to leave her side so she would enjoy it! The palomino tovero races towards her half brothers with great enthusiasm and joy. A large smile was on her lips as her short hair flops around in the wind. Finally, she reaches the beach, but she does not enter the water. Paisley stands at the edge of the ocean, watching one colt lick the liquid and the other sniff it in his nose. They both make the most disgusting faces. "What are you two doing?" She asks the boys, clearly confused by their actions. She might have giggled if there wasn't the urge to scold them all for acting crazy. What kind of sister would she be if she allowed them all to run amuck?

A hoof steps into a thin layer of a wave that laps over the beach, but she quickly holds her legs up at the first touch of the cold liquid. She didn't know how they could play in this water being so cold. She was positive it might feel good if she was overheated, but right now she was perfectly comfortable with the temperature of the Desert. Dark eyes look from colt to colt, noting how different they all were. The one colt was uniquely colored and marked with stripes. The other was red and white. The filly does note every one of them was painted with white splotches just like Cain was.

That must be the unique marks their father passes to each of his foals. "I'm Paisley." She says with her short tail flipping behind her.