Cerulean Cape all are equal in the eyes of the reaper

Just further down the coast was a dark smudge, like a dark cloud that had fallen to the earth. Huā eyed the figure warily; it was not like Orochi or Nukilik, weakened by some sickness or perhaps a lost limb. The man was fully intact it seemed, and this had her more hesitant to approach. What if he was dangerous? She was still cautious of the foreigners, especially the men. Rusalka had proven once again that those people were difficult to truly trust. 

But as she watches, he seems to curiously bat at something- transparent and slightly deflated looking. She could not see from this far- perhaps it was a jellyfish who had met the grim reaper? Yet somehow, his unfamiliarity with the thing had her thinking that perhaps it was something new to herself too. 

So ccuriously Huā comes closer, knowing now she would certainly be noticed by the man- but too interested, or perhaps too foolish to care. She's a few yards off to his left as inquisitive seaglass eyes study the unfamiliar object below him, eventually wandering up to his golden gaze with a little tilt of her head as if to question him on his knowledge of this thing silently.