‘Cmon!’ called Apple Rose, ‘come try it!’
Smith was hesitant. Lakes she liked, but this was strange and cold and big as sky. And tasted salty. Bleh.
‘Awww...pretty please?’
Gazing out at the white-dotted horizon, Smith worried the blue would swallow her up, like if she stopped sticking to the ground and just fell away... Apple Rose scrambled out the spray and up the sand, shaking her mane all over the place like a wet dog. Her hoof reached out to tap Smith’s nose. ‘Race ya!’
She shrugged when Smith said no, and ran back down to the water, shrieking.