Cerulean Cape is it awaiting on a new moon day?

           

The woman was wary of strangers, her experience and teachings not the best combination for making allies. And this person was no different, even if their swimming abilities were proficient. Ostia squinted her keen eyes, watching the other lose themselves amongst the crashing waves. Her curiosity peaked, the pale woman reclined, waiting to see just how long the other could stay in the frigid water. At this time of year the sea must be freezing.

A demure smile played along her lips. She waited and waited and waited.