Hadama considered Everest's swift generosity for a moment and then inclined his head deeply in respect for it. "Then Torchline would be grateful to Stormbreak." His low voice warmed at the offer, and when he raised his head again his expression was more serene than stoic. He would have to let Soh know about this particular citizen of hers, and how he had impressed the Tidebreaker with his kindness.
Before he could finish his thought about the webbing he was distracted by the quarry he'd been lying in wait for and he straightened as he watched it, emerald eyes narrowing in concentration. The spider was on the larger side for its species, and Hadama began to slowly swim along the bar counter towards the spiraling kitchen and the oven it contained. "Mmn. I have heard reports from the highest islands of Haulani, too," he agreed, though Torchline's raised residences weren't nearly as high in the sky as Stormbreak. "This one needs to be removed from the cafe. It is causing problems for the staff," he added in explanation of the situation.
He stopped a few feet away from the arachnid as the spider busily began another thick thread of webbing across the oven door, and after several long moments of thought he looked from the spider to Everest and back again, mind working slowly towards a possible solution to his problem and a way to help the young man with his research into the silk's properties. "Would it be useful to you as a source of silk?"
Before he could finish his thought about the webbing he was distracted by the quarry he'd been lying in wait for and he straightened as he watched it, emerald eyes narrowing in concentration. The spider was on the larger side for its species, and Hadama began to slowly swim along the bar counter towards the spiraling kitchen and the oven it contained. "Mmn. I have heard reports from the highest islands of Haulani, too," he agreed, though Torchline's raised residences weren't nearly as high in the sky as Stormbreak. "This one needs to be removed from the cafe. It is causing problems for the staff," he added in explanation of the situation.
He stopped a few feet away from the arachnid as the spider busily began another thick thread of webbing across the oven door, and after several long moments of thought he looked from the spider to Everest and back again, mind working slowly towards a possible solution to his problem and a way to help the young man with his research into the silk's properties. "Would it be useful to you as a source of silk?"
