Markarian - Ripples in The Harbor

For hours the evening sun had set the waters of Horseshoe Harbor alight with a glimmering spectacle of gold and white, like some brilliant, multifaceted jewel. But it was after this time that the lone earth pony who waited patiently on the jetty was finally able to squint into the semi-dark below and catch sight of the face that blinked back at him in a precious, startled instant. Long having known nothing but the waves below, the object of the earth pony’s curiosity could not afford to let his secret be