Cerulean Cape is it awaiting on a new moon day?

           

She didn’t have to wait long, and was almost disappointed when the other woman came back to shore. Although she was also relieved to find that it was a woman, and so the initial disappointment was negated by the positive. A foreign language was spewed in her direction, to which Ostia simply rose a brow. The English she could deal with, although she found the language of a lesser status than her own Greek. But this other language, Ostia didn’t bother thinking on it further.

“No.” She called back. For there was nothing she needed help with, not any reason for her to find this woman upon the shore. “Why are you swimming?” It seemed the most obvious question to her, navy blue peered into sea-glass.