Cerulean Cape is it awaiting on a new moon day?

Her seventh sense is enough to send prickles down her spine. She was being watched- not by distant fish or sandsharks- no, she could feel those eyes burning into her. Her peace of mind disturbed, her swim interrupted. She pulls herself up to the surface, whipping her head around to face a distant girl on the shore. Shall she bother approaching? She had already had enough of the foreigners from the Wilds.

But she couldn't stand to be stalked either. Slowly she wades through the water, not up to the shore completely but to a point where she can place her four feet back on the sandy floor beneath the waves. Her voice calls out over the winds of the beach, "你好, 陌生人, can I help you?" Seaglass eyes never leaving her figure, watching her with the same intensity with which she watched Huā.