Moana noticed the distance between them but didn't bring any attention to it. She was getting used to different cultures and tendencies of those she met in the village. She assumed that there was a reason and that was enough. Besides, she wasn't really in the mood to question everything around her.

Her toes curled into the sand making little toe shaped intends before the water washed them away. She liked the feel of the ocean even if it invited a wet sandiness to her lower half. "I've always felt close to the ocean." Her voice was soft but slowly gaining strength.

She wasn't sure what to say but she was silently grateful that she wasn't alone anymore. "My home was an island. I grew up near the ocean and always dreamed of a life on it." Her voice broke and it took her a few seconds before she could continue. "I've been here for awhile. Since winter." She didn't know the exact time but it felt like forever. "I've heard about cities and streets and people called hipsters." It felt so strange talking about it now.

"It's all hard to imagine. Not being able to see the ocean like this... I can't imagine it." She didn't want to imagine a world without an ocean. "It's silly, isn't it?"