When she awoke, she was on an tropical island in the middle of nowhere. Gagging and coughing next to her was Lorien. Seaweed clung to his fur as he coughed up impossible amounts of water. "Uhhhh..." he moaned. Lorien put his face in the sand, but shot up a split second after. "UGH! This STINKS!!!"
While her brother was busy gagging, Mystical was constantly snorting, trying to get the sand and seaweed out of her nose. As the final bits came out, she too smelled the rankness of the island.
"EWWWWWWWWW!!! It smells like FISH!!!" she shrieked. Indeed it did. The entire place reeked of rotting fish. Mystical put her hooves to her nose and saw Lorien do the same. His paws were clamped tightly down on his muzzle.
"Thith playth smellth like DUNG!" Still holding his nose, Lorien looked around. "Myst? Do you know where we are?" he inquired in a ridiculously nasal voice. Even in her disgust, Mystical could not suppress her laughter. She let go of her nose and giggled.
"Do you know how...hahaha...goofy... you... sound?" She was rolling in the sand holding her sides.
"Hey!" Lorien removed his paws from their guarding position. He jumped to his feet and bounded over to Mystical. He pounced on her and growled, "At least I don't smell as BAD as you!"
Mystical brushed off the insult and retorted, "Yeah, well your breath does! Hee hee!!" She pushed Lorien off of her and watched him fall onto his back.
As she gleefully laughed at her brother, she failed to notice that a giant sea slug was right behind her.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MARAQUA?!?" it demanded...