Before even waiting for a reply, Cerulean walked down the beach and into the water. The beach was mostly sand, scattered with wave-worn rocks. The bottom went down slowly and he didn’t want to get too far out, so once the water was up to his hocks, he kneeled down in it, keeping a watch for any fish that might want to gobble him up. Usually fish big enough to eat a pony didn’t swim very close to shore, but it never hurt to be cautious.