Stuck

The sun shines down brightly on the river, illuminated the water enough to show the bottom, which had to be inleast 7 feet deep. Amongst the many shadows and crevices unreachable by the light was Misty. She could hear and many creatures speaking or walking above the water, but didn't want to talk to any of them. She thought when she saw several seaponies swimming this way that it was something small. She hadn't ment to follow them so far from home. 

The seapony pulled her long fins over her face, anxiety hitting her, and making her wish she could go back to her home. 

She inleast wished a friend or someone had come with her, then maybe she wouldn't feel so out of... 

She paused her thinking as she noticed something squished in a crevice across from her. It looked like it was jammed in there. She tilted her head slightly. For a second, she considered ignoring it, but when it moved, or inleast seemed to, it got her attention.

Was someone stuck? No, the crevice is too small for a pony, but... maybe it wasn't a pony.

Misty took a deep breath through her gills, working up the nerve to leave her hiding spot. Then, once she felt ready enough, she slowly swam her way over, her eyes glittering with curiosity and worry, both for her, and for whatever was stuck.