Apparently, the girl had explored lots more than this beach—the implication in her response made that clear, along with the likelihood that she hadn’t been born in this place she considered “weird.” It was weird though; Sheba would give her that. The older mare had lived in many strange places in her life, Helovia amongst them, but this one was by far the strangest. Vaguely, she wondered if there was a way out and on to the next land, preferably one that didn’t mutate its inhabitants at so high a rate.
Anyhow, Sheba wasn’t thrilled at the girl’s assessment of the water there, for she wanted a nice bath just as badly. She frowned slightly and glanced down at her still-scarlet hooves, noticing that they didn’t seem to be growing fainter. Perhaps the wound, though…? She grunted slightly as she waded deeper, gauging the water safe to enter (the filly was bobbing around, after all), but nothing happened other than a faint hiss and the painful sting of saltwater on the burn. It was not pleasant, but at least it was an opportunity to rinse out her injury. The waves swelled around her, and the ivory mare tiptoed deeper, hooves leaving the sand as she pushed past their breaking point and turned to face the girl.
“Tell me what else you have seen…” her voice trailed off slightly and her expression rearranged into one of a sudden realization. “We never properly introduced ourselves, it seems. What are you called, mon enfant?”
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