She woke with a fish’s tail, long and sleek and blue.
Knowing how brief her time might be with this dream-induced ability, the green-eyed girl plunged immediately into the surf. The flaxen haired filly is a few hundred yards from the Tephran shore when she feels her hind hooves return to her, and she is forced to swim the rest of the way with four perfectly normal equine limbs.
Once on dry land, she stops, breathing heavily. Another moment passes, and she folds her legs beneath her to settle into the sand. The swim had taken more out of her than she had expected, the strain of unfamiliar limbs and the strength of the ocean’s current quickly depleting her energy. Barley considers a nap, but only for a moment. Her body might be weary, but her mind certainly is not. The tropical land around her is lush, and looks very like her own home. That is to be expected, Barley thinks, looking back over her shoulder to where the distant rise of Ischia and its daughter islands sit on the horizon.
It takes a moment for her to remember her fathers’ advice, and use all her senses in this new place. It is only then that she realizes she is not alone on the beach, and there is another filly not so far away. With a huff, Barley pulls herself to her feet and stumbles forward a few steps. She regains her balance just in time to stop at the edge of the shade Lyali has found.
“Why aren’t your leaves green?” Barley asks curiously. Her own emerald eyes flick up toward the green canopy and back down to the weird orange leaves on the other girl’s back. “Are you sick?” Her mouth is pursed ever so slightly as though she is worried, but not entirely put-off by the possibility.
@[Lyali]
Knowing how brief her time might be with this dream-induced ability, the green-eyed girl plunged immediately into the surf. The flaxen haired filly is a few hundred yards from the Tephran shore when she feels her hind hooves return to her, and she is forced to swim the rest of the way with four perfectly normal equine limbs.
Once on dry land, she stops, breathing heavily. Another moment passes, and she folds her legs beneath her to settle into the sand. The swim had taken more out of her than she had expected, the strain of unfamiliar limbs and the strength of the ocean’s current quickly depleting her energy. Barley considers a nap, but only for a moment. Her body might be weary, but her mind certainly is not. The tropical land around her is lush, and looks very like her own home. That is to be expected, Barley thinks, looking back over her shoulder to where the distant rise of Ischia and its daughter islands sit on the horizon.
It takes a moment for her to remember her fathers’ advice, and use all her senses in this new place. It is only then that she realizes she is not alone on the beach, and there is another filly not so far away. With a huff, Barley pulls herself to her feet and stumbles forward a few steps. She regains her balance just in time to stop at the edge of the shade Lyali has found.
“Why aren’t your leaves green?” Barley asks curiously. Her own emerald eyes flick up toward the green canopy and back down to the weird orange leaves on the other girl’s back. “Are you sick?” Her mouth is pursed ever so slightly as though she is worried, but not entirely put-off by the possibility.
@[Lyali]