Cerulean Cape ghost; is what they call you

she drifts across the sand bit by bit, occasionally shifting so close to the sea that she resembles a segment of its foam; the cold touch of the salinated water doesn't bother her toes. the salt has been a part of her since birth - the indelible wind courses in her veins. the ocean is a part of her but all the same, as she looks through the pools, she is taken by surprise as a crab reaches out and grapples with her snout.

guimauve has never been a graceful girl; she is distracted when the stranger gives pause and speaks, and as her tiny triangular ears shiver, the crab latches upon her nostrils. those brown eyes widen, flashing as the light hits them. a sheen catches across them as she tears away from the pool and begins shaking her head violently to free her snout from the dastardly crab. it hurts! and it isnt exactly an appealing fashion accessory, ugh.