Wheeling Gull Isle she sells sea snails

Huā would've let the conversation continue on what would be an admittedly dull route, of inquiring about who she met and the like- but the comment of different from the nereides caught her attention. Her ears perked, a little smirk slipped onto her face as her eyes lit. So you are who I believed you might be, She rumbled warmly. Letting her gaze drift to the side in thought, she began to share her little story. 

Upon mainland, many moon ago I meet woman called Ostia. She tell me of the calling- of the physical, Amazon. The spiritual, nymph, who worship sea and moon. She paused, letting seaglass gaze shift back to Tyche. I feel there more I do not know. So, how Yuèlóng different from home? Why strange? And it was genuine curiosity that fueled her as she tilted her head with interest like a child.