*The female zebra walked confidently, despite her hooves sinking into the sand with every step. Under one arm she carried a purple towel, while the other swung idly by her side as she walked, a girlish sway of her hips prevalent. She wore a black bikini top, with black "boy Short" bottoms. when she reached an acceptable spot, she proceeded to lay her towel down upon it to protect her from the hot, messy sand below. She lay on it on her stomach, muzzle resting on her forearms. Stretching her wings out, she sighed, enjoying the warmth the sun provided.* "What a good day it wold be to fly...." *she said aloud in a dreamy voice.*