Cerulean Cape siren song

Andromaque tells her again of her pack, and Huā giggles quietly, almost ready to remind her she had mentioned it before. But instead her expression turns blue as the girl explains she doesn't like it. And Huā almost thinks they experience the same feelings- a longing for familiarity, a distaste for the new people. But instead the girl tells her she doesn't like the peace? Huā couldn't understand. If the sandy mermaid was a still and gentle sea, then the russet sylph was a burning fire, untamed and ambitious. The siren could only desire peace. There was no part of her which longed for the thrill of battle, no, to her joy was floating underwater, resting on the beach, everything quiet and alone.

And even as part of her tells her that wanting chaos is wrong- immoral, even- the next comment draws her back in. I like this, though, walking with you. And suddenly she doesn't care about whether the girl beside her was chaos or peace, calm or fire. Blushing beneath plush charcoal fur, seaglass eyes are cast downward shyly. And then back up... to Andromaque's eyes... to her dark lips. And then flitting back to her gaze, as if that's where she'd been looking all along. "I like this too," She breathes softly. "We should meet more often..." her voice trails off awkwardly.