Wheeling Gull Isle The water is wide, I can't cross o'er

The woman who found huā was younger than herself, with a figure that showed signs of motherhood, and a pleasing ruddy stripe that broke up the pale snow-white of her coat. She had kind eyes and a gentle greeting, and Huā bowed her head respectfully to her as she came, in the assumption that she might be in charge here, lifting it after a moment's pause. 

You as well. The day has been good to me. Huā returned, letting a smile meet her maw too. 

She hesitated for a moment before continuing. Excuse me showing up so suddenly... I used to live here some years ago, until too many tragedies met my family, and we left. But I was curious to see who calls this island home now, and I thought maybe the evil would be long-gone. She explained, feeling a tad awkward. Not meaning to be intrusive, yet consumed by curiosity all the same. I do not suppose it is Yuèlóng anymore, yes?