Cerulean Cape is it awaiting on a new moon day?

The woman nods her head, and so Huā figures her explanation was sufficient enough. Maybe not poetic in the way she wished it could be- if only she knew the right words. She couldn't truly explain her passion in this new and hardened language. She would prefer to express it in the gentle tones of mandarin if she could. 

The woman answers her simply, saying there is no law against it. Huā nods thoughtfully. Strange, it was, to watch her... but if she wanted to, Huā wouldn't stop her. Only beckon her closer. "You want swim with me?" She invites the sandy creature, figuring from the looks of her coat that she did not mind the beach, nor the water.