Solira: The Ocean: me happy. or drunk... long live tequila sunrises!

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Much like the ghost I was, I had slid from the pale light, crawled from the refuge of trees offshore. The crackle in the air had drawn me out, pulled me.. Rain threatened, and with the heat of the spring day, I knew lightning would soon follow.

I'd fallen in love with these oceanic storms.

So when I'd seen someone else out, admiring the sky.. I'd headed over, clicking my jagged hooves along the rocky, sandy shore. Eventually I'd planted them where the tide could get to them, next to Lithium. And then I'd spoken like he'd invited me there.

Worse yet, I paused long enough to turn a dark eye on the guy, then snorted, frowned, turned back to looking out across the sea.. and quite casually began again, troubled.

"I like a boy. Does that make me gay?"

Yea, ok, I know I'm weird.. but promise, today is just a bad day.