The current pushed her to and fro, her tail and hooves not bothering to reach out to grasp onto something to keep her steady. Least of all her tail. And ruin the pretty, transparent fins on the sharp rocks? Not a chance. For there was little seaweed around Des'tai. About ten feet below her there was a large clump, but she was settled closer to the surface. Close enough, if anyone looked down, they could see her white face, neck, and front end. Her blue eyes were not looking at anything in particular. Nor was she even looking upwards.
Narrowed blue eyes watched the rocks in front of her, as if there was some force there only she could see. Perhaps there was, in her imagination. For her mouth seemed to be working, but no sounds coming out. At times, she would toss her head, the movement giving the curly hair a little wave affect, like the surface of the water on a calm wind day.
The long, beautifully finned tail curled once below her, the fins shimmering like a silk curtain in the window.
