.Dancing on the Sand.

[Hazel]

Shantia
You know you're something special

Winding trail of hoofbeats fair, the line was twisted, dacning about ehr coks and crustations that littered the beaches. Many gaps within the golden mile led only one thing. A creature of devine beauty, a young vixen with golden locks and royal pelt, with beetle black orbs glittering benith the summer sun, audes perked high pointing towards the gulls that sailed about, cawing gently down the the devine filly.

She whinnied happily, cantering in loops about the beach, leaving a trail of fluid gold behind her. She lept, bounded and rolled, palying alone upon the sands, twin peaks listened for other sounds but only caught that of the crashing waves at the edge of the shoreline. She made her way down happily, kicking out her heels and spraying tufs of sand in turrets behind her. She nickered gleefully, her tiny daggers splashing into the myrth. She stepped back quickly, startled by the coldness of the sea, but she was three years old! She had never seen the beaches before, he mother died long before she could take her. But Shatia didnt mind. She just took what she had, she didnt take life for granted nor wished to ruin it or throw it away. From the beach, she could see the cliff where, to her knowlege, many had fallen to thier deaths. What a waste. She snorted and continued to splash playfully in the shallows of the sea.

[ponymad]

Sona

Stag of bay bod entered the waters. Sand sunk into his hoovens while he watched the flicka dance amoung the waves. Smile entered his mug as she stepped closer to the flicka. She had to be just a little younger then him. Bout 3 years maybe? Well it made him feel important being older then the flicka. Grinning, he puffed out his chest, arched his skull, and banner was lifted as high as it could go.

He started trotting up to the flicka, but he was cut short. As he was not used to the quick moving ground. Just as he had nearly reached the flicka he fell. Landing on his side, he quickly blushed, before getting up onto his daggers again. Grinning he parted his mug to say:

Sorry bout that Miss. Bit clumsy of me.

[Hazel]

Shantia
Innocence is bliss

She turned just in time to see a colt falling onto his side. He was nearly full gorwn, that is, nearly four. He own legs were sitll slightly too long for her body, but they would stop growing soon enough. She smiled and laughed at his clumsiness. She herself was a natural at 'dancing on the sands'. She whinnied and stood over him, tilting her crest and smiling as he stood up. She nodded, giggling at him. "Twas indeed!" She said, flicking her banner happily. "My name is Shantia. Pleased to meet you...er, can I have you name please?" She asked grinning shyly.

[ponymad]

Looking away shyly he turned his skull just in time to catch her words. Pinning his auds slightly he looked out at the sea. Yes, that flicka was suited to the sands, while he was more suited to hard ground. To much of this and his hoovens would hurt, and he did not want that apon his already siore side. Mug opened to let kind words out.
Yes my name, my name! How rude of me! My name is Sona.
Pretty name Shantia, pretty name indeed.
He had a habit of that, to repeat things twice, he thought it made himself soound more braver. When infact it made him sound forgetful and mental!

[Hazel]

<sup>Shantia
Angels greet me with open arms

She grinned at his, tilting her crest sideways as he repeated himself twice over. He reminded her much of the exotic bird found in human homes; parrots. Though a parrot wasnt nearly as good looking at the coltine before her. She raised her flicka and smiled broadly at him, raising her brow high above her gentle orbs.

"Thankyou, your names nice too Sona. Do you have a home? Im kind of lonely here you see."

She said, standing as tall as she could before the other. She was a proudly creature, wanting to look her best at all times. Sher arched her arabian crest and nickered lowly.</sup>