Ankyra Sound frigid waters

She wandered north, and further, and further. Past Cerulean Cape and towards the Sound. Huā walks purposely slow along the beach, seaglass eyes pointed towards the ocean. A distant island catches her eye- unknowing of it's quality, she thinks, I'd like to live there. Alone and quiet and surrounded by the sea whichever way she turn. 

It seemed that she would not get the quiet she desired today, though. A shout, breaking the silence of cool air and knocking her out of the dream-world. Ocean-stone gaze flits to the not-too-distant horizon, where stands a slim and golden thing. Younger than Huā- another foreigner, shouting harshly their angry words. Reminding her of Tuvak, she only waits to see what the self-talking girl may do next, currently uninterested in approach.