There was a splash beside Honour’s muzzle, and she felt the braid of her mane tumble into the water from where she’d left it coiled up on the deck. Now she’d have to untangle it and give it a wash before leaving, or else she’d smell like minerals and salt for the rest of the day. She threw another forehoof back and just barely caught the edge of the bench. Immediately, instinctively, she tried to haul herself back out of the water, only to find that same hoof slip right out from underneath her. She took a breath and shut her mouth as the waters closed up around her head.