Cerulean Cape is it awaiting on a new moon day?

As Huā turns to check on her company, she sees the sylph's head break the water's surface. The girl seemed just as unphased as the mandarin wolves of the south coast. She had met many who wouldn't even bother to head out this far, for some strange fear of something or rather. The siren could never understand that fear. Growing up by the water, the beaches had been everything to her and her companions. It was why she clung to them now. They were some source of peace in a changing and uncomfortable life. As she considers the girl's familiarity with the water, she can only think of her sisters, who held the same passion for the sea. 

Wondering, curious, as eyes swerve to the distant horizon, "You grow up by sea? Most wolf I meet not like swimming." She sighs.