Sequoia Coast This is some weird lookin' dirt...

So she had never seen it? How strange! Huā wished to whisk her away to the island and help her get acquainted with the sea herself, but sadly, a simple description of it would have to work... at least for now. Perhaps some other time they might find themselves swimming together; experiencing it up close. She listened with slight amusement as Aiolos explained things Huā had always known. 

How far had she traveled? She spoke of some place the empress did not know, a tribe, even bearing a scar as some sort of... mark of allegiance, the mermaid supposed. What an intriguing culture. Huā's eyes flickered upon the scar with interest, and back up the the girl's dark face and gemstone gaze. I do not know this place. They mark you? Does it hurt? She inquired dumbly, and well- of course it must have, if there was a scar- but really Huā was seeking the story of this place, this tradition.