Hadama's reasons for coming to Aumakua were very different from Edmund's. It was the shrine-island's connection to Safrin that drew him, and his loyalty to her that had inspired him to build a lantern in her honor. What better place than at the site dedicated to her worship? He had dreamed, once, of filling the shores of Aumakua with candles and lanterns from the goddess's faithful for LongNight but there had simply been too much else to prepare and his people had more than enough on their fins at the moment. Perhaps in Flowerbirth...
For now, at least, he could offer her the work of his own hands, and he surfaced beneath the shining stars above the lighthouse, his supplies in tow.
It was a pleasant surprise to realize that another was there already, the burning torch drawing the eye immediately. Hadama made his slow, silent way through the water towards it until he could make out the dark-haired young man beneath the flickering light, and his emerald eyes softened. He raised his tail and let it flick through the water, breaking the quiet, lulling rhythm of the waves upon the shore as he approached closer. The firelight gleamed from the golden tattoos that covered his scars, warring with the clean, silver starlight all around.
"Edmund," the mermanta greeted quietly. "It is good to see you here. What are you making?" For the scraps of metal did not immediately reveal their purpose at first glance.
For now, at least, he could offer her the work of his own hands, and he surfaced beneath the shining stars above the lighthouse, his supplies in tow.
It was a pleasant surprise to realize that another was there already, the burning torch drawing the eye immediately. Hadama made his slow, silent way through the water towards it until he could make out the dark-haired young man beneath the flickering light, and his emerald eyes softened. He raised his tail and let it flick through the water, breaking the quiet, lulling rhythm of the waves upon the shore as he approached closer. The firelight gleamed from the golden tattoos that covered his scars, warring with the clean, silver starlight all around.
"Edmund," the mermanta greeted quietly. "It is good to see you here. What are you making?" For the scraps of metal did not immediately reveal their purpose at first glance.
