Marina gasps. "Oh, I'm sorry! It's just that Nekar sounds so familiar.. I think I've read about it before."
"Yes Nekar a Land Beyond the Veil, I know of the book it talks about the country I'm from. Don't worry about me I get a little emotional thinking about my parents," says Rashall a slight smile playing across his face.
"Yes, yes they do," says Rashall looking up at the sun, "Guess I will be spending the night out away from home."
"Yeah, appears so." Marina agrees. "Oh! I have something for you if it gets chilly tonight," She says, disappearing underwater. She grabs a blanket that is made out of weaved seaweed. Marina lifts it above her head when she emerges from the water. "Here! It just needs to air dry, and it'll be good for tonight."
"Thanks, well I guess I'll see you in the morning," says Rashall pulling the top cloud down lower to keep the wind off of him as he goes to sleep.
The night did turn out cold, but Rashall liked the cold it felt good to him. He kept sleeping throughout the night not a bother in the world.
Marina woke up late at night. The water was frigid, but she didn't mind. She swam around a bit to warm up, then curled around tall sea kelp to sleep again.
Marina felt the water get warmer around her. She slowly opened her eyes, only to choke on water. Her lungs burned, and she swam to the surface of the water. She took a quiet, slow breath. She quietly swam to shore, and pulled herself out of the water. She felt her scaly tail fall away, exposing her back legs. She stretched them slowly, then walked up to her house to eat breakfast.
Marina began to set her breakfast table. She looked out her window, and saw a certain gray pegasus walking up the beach. She smiled as she set out another plate.
Rashall walked towards the small house on the beach and knocked on the door recalling that Marina had said she had such a house.
Marina smiled as she opened the door. "Good morning, sleepyhead." she joked, ushering Rashall inside.
"Thanks. I don't really do much around here, so sorry if it's a tad messy." Marina says, stirring a pot on the stove.
"Yeah. But it used to be worse. It would happen a lot in public, which happened to be awkward. That's why I moved out here." Marina replies, tilting her head as if to signal her house. She stops stirring the pot and turns off the burner. "I hope you like oatmeal. I don't eat much on land." She says carrying the pot over to the table.
