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where the saddle cloth had been. Where the water was shallow at the edge of the sandbank, Magic stopped and pawed with her front hooves, sending sprays of fresh, cold water over both of them.
Instead of letting her roll in the shallows, Saffron urged the pony into the deep, dark pool. She leaned forward and grabbed a handful of mane as they plunged into the depths and started swimming. Only Magic’s head showed above the shade- dappled water and Saffron was pulled along, floating just above her pony’s back.
They emerged from the water, Saffron slid off onto the sand. She
changed the reins into a leadrope, led her pony to a flat, clean area of
beach and stood, waiting for the next move. It came; Magic tucked her legs under her and sank
to the ground.