The riders hood had come down during the roll in the sand, and had somehow in the middle of it all, come to be straddling atop this blitzball player. Slowly, she pushed herself up on her hands that were on either side of the players head, and the people on the beach would be able to now see her snow white skin, sharply contrasting her stark black hair and nearly glowing, icy blue eyes and tips of her hair. She dripped with sea water as she hovered there for a moment, her eyes meeting with the players and hearing his question, but not responding.

She bore no emotion on her face, and appeared to have no reaction to his words at all.

Slowly she rose up, standing tall and walking back into the sand. [@rivaan] She stopped at the water's edge, looking strongly out of place, like a snowy poltergeist in a tropical island. Beneath her now slightly parted cloak, a dark bikini-like garb could be seen along with the hint of a long scar running down her side. She heard what the girl asked, and in response, closed her eye.

[color=483D8B]"Not necessary for me."[/color]

The mysterious woman brought both her tightly closed fists to her chest, then shot them both down quickly to her sides, palm open. In synchronization, the water on her body froze into tiny ice sickles, and the water that had been absorbed into the cloak was pulled to the outside of the fabric, then shot down with her hands into the sand, leaving her body completely dry. She opened her eyes again, looking to the woman who had offered help to her, and nodded before heading up the beach more. Effectively leaving the player she had bowled over behind without so much as an apology. 

[@Silver Fox]The redhead girl nearby that had thrown the blitzball in the first place was distracted, but after catching the ball Mercury, her chocobo, was playing with in midair she curled her pale finger like claws on her turned shoulder. The grip was unnecessarily tight, though the mysterious woman didn't seem to notice at all. She leaned her head over the red head's shoulder and looked at her. If the redhead met her gaze, surely a chill would go through her body at how peculiar a spectacle her eyes were.

[color=483D8B]"May I keep this?"[/color]

Her voice was like hot steam on ice, hissing in a way that somehow wasn't malicious. She gestured to the ball the redhead had thrown, holding it up with her free hand.