The water is hardly disturbed as a horse, not dissimilar to a normal equine speeds away from some form of danger. She is, however, no normal horse, as two thin films of skin act as armpits, brightly coloured, contrasting against her matte coat, dampened slightly with sweat. Her tail is held high, almost as a royal banner as she pounds the sea-bed, rushing for the deeper waters, where the mer-people lie in wait for her... It will be coloured soon ... I just dont want to ruin it yet.