Cerulean Cape is it awaiting on a new moon day?

           

Of this Ostia would understand. The love of the water, the seas, and the oceans. Her opinion of the girl before her had increased, if only marginally. Nodding her head in acknowledgment.

“Because I can.” The Amazonian offered a shoulder shrug, “Why not watch? Is it forbidden?” The woman approached closer, yet Ostia continued her relaxed manner. The sand stuck to her coat, every slight movement shifted the drying silt upon her pelt.