Totoka River deltas

Had she known she'd been the source of a distraction, she would have perhaps apologetically shrunk.

Instead she bloomed under the presence of another and knowing no better. A woman who seemed older, but not so old as to be tied to a home it seemed. Oceane's tail swayed and whipped the air, throwing water droplets every which way. Quick to bound through the waters once more. This time with a goal. To get closer and greet the woman.

Helloooo! She called out in a singsong way, eager to make a bright first impression.