Wheeling Gull Isle if i don’t go to hell when i die i might go to heaven

Unfortunately for Orochi, an audience he would receive. Huā was not searching for the fiery boy in particular, but was glad when she happened across him. He appeared to be doing gymnastics on the beach down below, stretching out as if preparing for something. Curious, she approached slowly from the green fields, enjoying the transition from grass to soft sand. She eyes his back non-leg while approaching. She had never seen such a thing- and though she would not stare so obviously at it while in front of him, for she had manners, from this distance she marveled at the strange and unfamiliar sight. 

The siren makes no effort to hide her approach. And yet she keeps her distance, finding herself still wary of his temper. Huā scolds herself mentally, thinking she ought to be a better or at least bolder leader- but she remains planted where she had halted. Orochi! Hey... island, how is it for you? You like? She calls with a friendly tone, though she braced herself for whatever rude words would spew from his dark lips.