Cerulean Cape is it awaiting on a new moon day?

           

”I imagine she is just as nice as you seem to be.” Ostia smiled softly, mirroring the other woman. The wind rushed along the surface of the water, spraying her with a salty mist. Tilting her head to the sky, Ostia decided it was time to find a place to settle for the evening. There was nothing better than a final swim before heading to sleep.

“It’s getting late. Won’t your sister worry for you? A melancholy mood settled on the Grecian warrior thinking of the family the other woman had waiting.