Wheeling Gull Isle Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

Huā was fetching a meal from a cache when the call came. The girl sighed, glancing at the chosen fish that she hadn't started yet, and put it back, reluctantly carrying herself to their borders empty-stomached. When she arrived at the source, she caught sight of the little grey figure- probably a bit older than her, and missing an eye. Huā thought of Mou. She tilted her chin up ever so slightly, hoping to look noble in front of this stranger, in spite of her size- or perhaps because of it. Maybe she was making up for how small she was. Huā halted before her, face neutral- there was no particular judgement she could make, yet- and spoke up after a moment, Hi. I am Huā Jiāng. You call me?