Cerulean Cape soldier, keep on marching on

Little did Huā know, she was not raised so differently from the curvy cream girl she watched from a distance. It was why she herself was bethrothed to a man she did not love, why she had always promised herself she'd grow up a man's wife even if her heart pulled her to women. As the figure turns to leave, Huā slips out from behind the sandbank where she had been resting. She tries to follow, though her pace is slowed by her increasingly heavy tummy- thankfully the girl's speed is not too fast either. And so she slows to a stop as she comes up behind her, not even sure why she's chosen to pursue the stranger. Greetings, she offers quietly, feeling awkward as seaglass eyes watched on.