Cerulean Cape soldier, keep on marching on

Greeted in a foreign tongue- she was happy, for a moment. Just a moment. And then Abaddon appears, strange as ever, mocking even. He did not seem to care for her state, and coldly she thought to herself, yours would not be strong enough swimmers to reach me anyway. The girl bows, seemingly agreeing with the man- Huā's face contorts into something of disgust, she frowns. She was raised to be a wife, to be inferior. But not to be mindless, not a brainless idiot. A pointed gaze passes between the two of them, and without another word, she heads back slowly in the direction she came from, tail waving high in the air. She was no man's mindless toy: she was the queen of the sea, and had no interest in time spent with the lowlifes of society.