Wheeling Gull Isle it must be that old evil spirit; so deep down in your ground

Do not touch me, The child hisses. Huā's gaze falls thoughtfully to the broken limb, and rises back to her face. I would not try. I do not hurt without reason. She drawls, tail flicking impatiently. Her question went answered, and a new one was flung at her. For the moment, Huā would ignore it, repeating, What happen to you, 俘虏? Come on. You are injure, might as well answer me, save yourself from more hurt. The threat was not spoken like one, and was likely empty anyway considering Huā rarely fought unless driven by the need to defend, or backup warriors- but the underlying message was clear: Huā had the power here. It was a good idea to keep her satisfied, if she wished to be treated with respect any time soon.