Open Harmony In Waves

[Indie]

The clear blue sky shines a bright mid-morning sun over a white stretch of sand bordering the ocean. A small estuary drains into the ocean from farther up the mainland to the north, creating a shimmering dance of light reflecting off the waves crashing into the current of the ending river. A small dock protrudes near the edge of the water with three stakes leaping up from the north side; just outside an expanse of trees and foliage some twenty yards from the open ocean. A small vessel made of hoof cut and carved wood sets floating by the dock, lashed to one of the three poles.

Hoof-prints lead down from the old wooden platform towards the tree's where a white stallion with crimson hair reclines. Perching himself in a self-made hammock of woven fibers and threads, he plucks a guitar gingerly with closed eyes and slim grin. His long crimson mane now lay across his face thanks to the wind, but he doesn't mind. All he focuses on is the sound of his guitar and the gentle whisper of ponies strolling by. Some, he noticed stopped to listen to him, others passed with no recognition at all.

Indie only sits in waiting, playing all the while, for somepony to take an interest and not let it wash away as with the tides.

He awaits action.

He awaits sincerity.

[HoneyMoon]

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[valiance]

The sighs and beats of the waves that crashed against the shore line was already soothing to the ears of a young unicorn. The sky was as blue as the ocean, clear and bright without a trace of white fluffiness drifting across its un painted canvas. Above the heads of many was a bright ball of gas, gathering heat and beating it down to the land of a Equestria and neighboring lands, somewhere across the ocean that separated ponies from zebras. Yet, though the sun was very warm, and humidity was only warmer, the gusts of the day had brought comforting coolness to heated pelts, drying the perspiration that beat down the backs of necks from their glands that helped them keep cool. Thus, some dubbed it a perfect day, while others embraced the cold and claimed it as a day that they hated.

The beats of eburnean colored hooves were shocking through the air in sounds, but was however a small voice among many, and was drowned out by chatter chatter of tourists and townsfolk, who milled through points and docks of the town, while the cream pony mostly strayed to the beach, where another batch of many equines were. Mostly, Poppy Flower went here to just appreciate the beating of waves against sand, of which was strayed into the ocean by the currents of water that washed over them. However,t he only downside to this magical place was how many ponies had strayed to the sand covered canvas, and how those light particles caught into her hooves, making uncomfort a causality on the place.

But, above the voices and crash of waves, a melody played through the air, and reached her ears, they automatically perked to the beat of the music that was strung by a guitar. The rich toffee that was resting among her head and hindquarters swayed with the breeze that blew, bringing tides to the beach, while also bringing more melodies and music. With her pallid sea green eyes shimmering as if they were the actual sea catching the sunlight, she sought out the player of such melodies, and eventually she found him. A smile touched her lips gently as she approached and sat, silently appreciating the sounds that cut the air.