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Sam, sure he had been caught, quickly looked away down the beach and then back to her. His mind turned quickly, trying to figure out what they were going to do, where they were going to take shelter, for the night. He himself had planned on sleeping in the open but he didn't want to leave her exposed to the elements no matter how tough of a mare she was. A mare was still a mare and deserved more careful consideration than himself. As a matter of fact if it had been any other Uni at all he still would have considered finding shelter. Finally deciding what they were going to do he gave himself an internal nod and smiled at her.
"I know of a place we can take shelter for the night. But first we must take a nice moonlit stroll up the beach. I hope you don't mind." He smiled at the little joke of how a sandy stroll could even compare to the rough trails they had been on all afternoon. He turned to stroll north along the waterline, brushing his shoulder against her as he passed, his hooves at the edge of the surf and occasional stray wave wetting him up to the ankles.

He stopped and considered her for the space of a breath before feeling an answering grin light his face. It was hard not to be affected by her enthusiasm. Especially with the intoxicating evening. The way the almost muggy air swirled around with a weight that was almost caressing. The murmur of the ocean waves a seductive whisper. As another wave caught his ankles it seemed to feel like gentle fingers beckoning him into their depths. The sudden romantic mood that had overtaken him turned her into a beckoning siren of the sea. He felt his skin twitching all over as if testing the hold of the spell woven by sand, sea, and twilight.
He lowered his head slightly from its usual proud carriage and answered her in a soft voice. "Why I do believe that is a lovely idea." He turned toward her and made his way into the surf, nonchalantly brushing by her again, craving the hint of touch. He was a bit taken aback by himself. These last several minutes were very uncharacteristic of him but he just could not seem to stop himself. Something about this mare was slowly pushing itself past his normal barriers, allowing him to relax his guard.
He broke into a trot reveling in the feeling of the waves rising to meet his strong chest.Enjoying the feeling of them breaking on and around him without even disturbing his steadiness. He discreetly glanced back, just enough to know that she was watching, and gathered himself to bound forward several strides before lifting his legs and letting himself land belly first in the next wave. Allowing it to pull him under and roll him before resurfacing to toss his wet mane from his eyes with a self-satisfied smirk.

He watched entranced and amused as she followed his lead and freely threw herself to ocean. He let the motion of the waves gently sway him, allowing him to feel weightless and unbound. When she surfaced and sprayed water in his face with her mane he laughed out loud, blinking salty water from his eyes.
He enjoyed seeing her take in the beauty of the ocean around them. It wasn't necessarily rare for other to notice beauty. It was just nice to see someone enjoy it to the same extent that he himself did.
It was a rather entrancing night. Especially with how bright the moon was. The light from it cut through the crystal water and made dancing reflections on the sand blow them. Their bodies left shifting shadows in the dance of light and he was amused to see their shadows briefly touching every time a wave gently moved them.
He swam around her in a close circle, half watching her and half watching their shadows. As he came full circle he playfully nudged water at her, splashing her back.

Sam sputtered as the wave of water caught him full in the face. He took a moment to blink the water out of his eyes so he could stare at her with an unreadable expression. After a tense moment of holding her eyes he splashed her back with an equally large wave of water. He laughed aloud. It had been a while since he had indulges in something so frivolous as a water fight. When they were younger he and Mollie had played quite a bit but as she took the responsibility of Glory leader they fell out of the habit. He himself had become more responsible taking on the mantle of being her emissary. It seemed as though there was something in this mare that once again stirred a younger and wilder part of him. He plunged himself under the surface of the water to avoid any splash she might send back his way and swam a little distance away before resurfacing to grin in her direction.