Tobias couldn't help but look on in awe as his hooves sunk slowly into the sand. He had been to the ocean before, but not since he was much younger. At the time it had seemed unimpressive, he had been distracted by his siblings and the games they had made up for themselves. He realized now why his mother had so often stared off toward the horizon. His eyes danced across the crests of the waves, taking in the fluid shift of water and foam, constantly moving. It had occurred to him only recently to return, the idea coming in a dream.
Keme has warned him against it, but then he often thought the bear was too cautious. Still, he had to admit to himself that he hadn't been prepared for this. He found himself entranced, simply staring as he felt his hooves sink deeper and deeper until they reached the cool under layer of the grit. He had heard stories of others that lived far beneath the waves, and for the fleeting moment the idea struck him that he might walk out there himself and see how far he could make it.
Keme has warned him against it, but then he often thought the bear was too cautious. Still, he had to admit to himself that he hadn't been prepared for this. He found himself entranced, simply staring as he felt his hooves sink deeper and deeper until they reached the cool under layer of the grit. He had heard stories of others that lived far beneath the waves, and for the fleeting moment the idea struck him that he might walk out there himself and see how far he could make it.
