Hadama was content to swim in silence and let Noah digest what had been revealed. The Greatwood was beautiful and strange, like a great deepwater kelp forest growing out of the sea instead of in it, and the Symphony was broad enough for him to stretch his wings. It was enough to travel at his friend's side as they kept their eyes peeled for a flicker of crimson and gold amid the deeper greens of the islands and meandering spits of land that connected some, but by no means all, of them.
The change in the woods was gradual enough that the mermanta was unworried by it until the oaks and birch were almost entirely replaced by a type of tree with bloody bark, and mist hung heavy in the canopy overhead, casting the water and the forest floor into shadow.
Hadama turned at the sound of Noah's voice, and only when the demigod spoke did he realize where they must be. "Mmh. I do not mind," he agreed, tilting his head in consideration before nodding. "Perhaps an offering to Ludo will bring us luck in our task. At least while we are in its territory."
The change in the woods was gradual enough that the mermanta was unworried by it until the oaks and birch were almost entirely replaced by a type of tree with bloody bark, and mist hung heavy in the canopy overhead, casting the water and the forest floor into shadow.
Hadama turned at the sound of Noah's voice, and only when the demigod spoke did he realize where they must be. "Mmh. I do not mind," he agreed, tilting his head in consideration before nodding. "Perhaps an offering to Ludo will bring us luck in our task. At least while we are in its territory."
