"Friends!" Misty called out in excitement. "I've done it! I've found my talent!"

They were in the middle of a fight with Allura and didn’t respond.

The attention whorse dragged them by their tails one by one until they all reluctantly agreed to follow her.

“I’ve spent half a day sculping Opaline among the tree vines out of sand.” She jumped on a rock and pointed without even looking. “And here it is: the irrefutable proof that I’m not entirely useless.”

They all watched the smooth seashore, periodically washed clean by the oncoming waves that brought in the tide.

“So, err…” Allura interrupted the awkward silence. “Can we get back to our fight now?”

They all jumped back into the brawl.

Misty would have landed them a hoof, but her heart wasn’t in it. She was already beaten plenty. And like rubbing salt into the wound, her heart helped her feel.

Author's Note

This story participated in the 2024.07 "Seashore" writing competition

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