Qetsiyah grimmaced at the other mare thrashed about. She hated having water splashed in her face which was rather stupid really. She lived underwater, water was always in her face. But splashing was different and she decidedly did not like it.
She heaved a sigh, "Conchs. They'll do that." Rather creepy little creatures at that. "Are you...stuck?" She asked a bit amused. The girl was nice enough and she wouldn't be the first mer to get stuck on dry land going after a shell. Sometimes mers could be a little single-minded in purpose when it came to shells and pearls.
Often, she'd seen beautiful pieces of driftwood or shells above the waterline tempting her. But she had never risked it, not once. The danger of getting beached was too great and having to admit she'd gotten beached would have been worse. She was not a mare who liked to ask favours.