
The blue stallion was feeling anything but blue. He was spending his morning down on the sand flats tending to the tiny animals that lived there. Currently he was helping the snails with anything he could. Sometimes he applied a little healing magic from his horn. Snails for some reason made him happy. He liked to watch them crawl around slowly across the sand. Though he didn't like to watch them get eaten.
Krystallos had tossed the idea around a time or two of taking a few home with him. He'd just never gotten around to. His attention was pulled away from the idea by a poor little snail who'd gotten mired in the loose sand. Carefully he used his hooves to dig the sand away and pull the snail free. He swam over to a slightly firmer spot and set it down. Everything quiet and happy here. He was fairly oblivious as he settled on the bottom, being careful not to accidently lay on any snails, to watch the slow going ons of the sea life.