The waves are unusually turbulent today and they seem in constant motion no matter how she searches up and down the coastline. Dragging a hoof through the sand, she idles and considers what to do. She had planned on fishing but in such dangerous waters... Adept at swimming and fishing as she feels she is, her confidence is tinged with brittle edges.
About ready to give up on the idea of fish altogether, she spies a flash of color--green--among the froth. Alarmed, she rushes head first into the waves and comes face to face with a kiokote. One that is not drowning; one that is swimming with an ease that awes her.
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