Mireille pushed a red hoof into the sandy ground, fascinated how the sand flowed over her hoof and off, some of it sticking to her but most of it just falling back to where the rest of it was. It was interesting how this sand acted, how it fell perfectly against the rest of it, how it all looked pretty much all the same. But wait, except that? Or was it considered sand too? It looked fairly different from the rest of this sand but then that could be because of the water that continuously brushed against it but still that portion of the ground seemed very different. Mireille stopped playing with the sand around her hooves, instead going over to where the water was, a curious expression forming.
Once she reached the water's edge, Mireille waited for that particular ground material to reappear again when the water moved back. When the water did, Mireille reached out one lone hoof. As her red hoof touched the wet sand, she moved her hoof in a circular motion. It felt very different from the other stuff but Mireille could see, almost see, that the ground stuff here was probably similiar to the rest of the ground stuff, this 'sand'. The water came back, splashing against her hooves and the bottom of her legs. It was cool, but it would be refreshing on a warm day. Mireille splashed for a few moments in the water before backing away.
As she crossed over into the dry sand, she noticed something. The sand was sticking, a lot of it was sticking actually. Why was it sticking so much to her now then before? Was it due to the water? "Ugh get off." She shook a hoof, switched, and then switched for the other two. She was quite a sight indeed as she galloped about, trying her best to get it all off. Yet as sand flew off, as soon as she touched other parts of the sand, more would become attached to her. It was an endless cycle and it was annoying her.
