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The waves crashed over one another in a frenzy to reach the shore, white spray hissing upwards in arcs as they collided. He should not have been so close as to enter the domain of the warring waves, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Kelpies could go on shore, this much he knew from simple observation (as Angathi could come and go as he pleased), but he was fettered to the ocean.

Not that he minded. As far as he was concerned, his kind was far superior to any other! But still, his naïveté craved sating, and so he had decided to wile his day away and watch the shore for some form of entertainment.

He spotted it in the filly wandering the shoreline. What was in that bag? He made a face and nickered, but the roar of the waves drowned out his call. How frustrating! He couldn’t go as close as he had wanted – wait.

There was a cove nearby. If she was particularly smart….

Getting as close as he could, Prima threw his body at the water with a tremendous splash (if only to catch her attention), and zipped through the water towards the end of the beach, where the spit of sand rose up in rocks. He only prayed she’d be curious enough to follow.

Prima wriggled into the cove, apprehension growing when he realized just how clear and shallow the water was. Assuming the foal he called over was hostile, he’d be royally…sunk. But he was willing to take the chance – he was willing to risk himself for the chance of companionship.

The cove itself didn’t look particularly engaging if one were on the outside, but within burst sea flowers the color of abalone. Starfish clung like earthbound stars to the rocks, and coral and sea anemones dotted the sandy bottom like globs of stationary color. The little fishtailed colt circled the small space, finding refuge in a small patch of spotty sea grass. He didn’t necessarily blend in, but you couldn’t say he didn’t try.

He simply sat and waited.

He watched as she wriggled into the cave, looking particularly surprise that she was his size. Sort of. Size can't be taken into account when you have two legs and a fish tail - but that was besides the point.

His mane prickled as the filly neared. It wasn't every day that he ran into someone his own age, or one that walked on land, for that matter. That little tooth of her was intimidating, too. Prima remained still as she came near the water, sniffed it, snorted.

The colt held in a laugh, cheeks puffing out.

"W-wait!" It reverberated off of the walls hugging the cove; high, crackling and sweet. There was a desperation there that only a foal could have. He quickly unfolded himself and swam forward, head rising from the water.

"Where y'goin'?"

Had he called her over just to be ogled at? Course not! He blew some errant strands of hair from his face, a fruitless task that did nothing as his forelock was plastered to his head. Prima looked the four-legger up and down in a pointedly analytical fashion, as though she were the strange one. And she was! Who could even LIVE without a tail?

"Jus' gonna stan' there showin' me y'gums, or y'gonna say hullo? 'Cause M'dryin' out here, lady!"

He kicked a fore hoof out and splashed the water at her, grinning in that antagonizing and cocky way of his. Though he felt shaken by her appearance, and questioned whether or not she could swim, it was better to try and find out than to stay hidden and never know. He ducked beneath the surface and blew a few impatient bubbles.

"Nice teeth - whatta'ya? A shark?"

Prima gave a petulant little snort and tossed his head, "Ain' gaht no legs! M'perfec' th'way Ah am! Whassa troll?"

A peal of laughter reverberated across the cove when the filly doused herself in water, and he kicked his legs out in merriment. He darted around the shallow pool, kicking up a salty spray with his tail as he went; he was being annoying just to be annoying, something he did very, very well.

"Ain' swimmin' off," he cried, when he broke the surface again, a mischievous grin overtaking his narrow face. "Yeh're jus' kin'a slow, I s'pose! I get bored a-waitin'!"

"Whassa troll? N' whassa'n Eponine? - bet it ain' as fas' as me!"

The grin didn't waver, and Prima's eyes lit up in glee. He liked this funny four-legged thing! With a flick of his tail, he drifted nearer and tossed his head as though he were sniffing the air.

"What'cha doin' all th' way out here, anyhow?" he pressed, looking genuinely curious though the bangs plastered to his face made him look nothing but silly. "What were ya totin' around?"

Prima was duly impressed, of course! Tusks were things he only saw on passing walruses, and they looked quite silly compared to this foal. She was a real treat to behold! - could the others on shore possibly look like this?

"Ah kin imagine tho'ser be real useful fer bitin' thin's!" he said appraisingly. "Y'could be a real fighter!" He whinnied and kicked his legs a bit.

"M'Prima, which is shor' fer Primaveran! M'the bestest mer in all o' these here seven seas!" He jutted out his chest, pure machismo.