Cerulean Cape is it awaiting on a new moon day?

           

The girl didn’t quiet grasp the common tongue, and for a moment Ostia pitied her. She too remembered the struggle as a young yearling learning from her mothers and sisters. In light of the memories, Ostia felt a hint of nostalgia and she found herself nodding. If a little hesitant.

“Alright. I too love the water.” From her spot in the sand the Grecian rose gracefully, and elegantly shook the excess sand from her silvery pelt. Taking a few steps toward the other woman, allowing her to lead the way back into the water.

Her original assumption proved correct. The water was fucking cold! But Ostia took it in stride, accepting the chill that the sea gave her, and appreciating it.