Cerulean Cape you've been on my mind since the flood

Harley ended up sticking around the coast, finding the beaches to be much more accommodating than inland, or wherever she had come from. The salty air prevented ice from forming, Harley guessed, but honestly she didn’t think about it too much. The chocolate-dipped girl simply knew that she liked this place better than the other places, so she stuck around. It’s honestly what had kept her around Frostbite Mountain for so long; that was, up until Raiden left and everything became so bland and boring.

She followed her nose back to the oceans edge once more, noting wolfscent upon the air and allowing her curiosity to get the best of her. Immediately, she found no one — but after dancing circles in the lapping winter waves, she caught sight of a femme down the coastline aways. There was no hiding dark form, so stark against the pale milieu, so Harley brazenly made a beeline towards the girl with head held high and banner waving good-naturedly. “Hey, cutie!” she called out, when she was within hearing distance. Harley didn’t know what she wanted from the stranger, but figured she would find it along the way with a wink and a smile.