Cerulean Cape champions of the sun

[table width=80%][tr][td]Eyes held open wide, not very trusting when it came to strangers crazy enough to swim with this kind of weather, she didn't move an inch farther or closer to the other. Why she had even called out to the butterfly of the coast was something Chusi pondered over, too, which bothered her even more. She was not supposed to think things trough so far, but perhaps some Arturo had rubbed off on her. The white-throated girl's ears lowered slightly - bashfully - at the woman's remark. Ah shucks - ya sure ain't bad yarself. She chipped quickly.

Fearghal - Chusi Fearghal. She introduced herself proudly, simply too proud of her father's name to let it not be a part of every introduction. 'n ya? She asked then.[/tr][/td][/table]