Ah. Well then. Hadama listened with grave solemnity to the words of the king and though his aloof expression did not shift, he was inwardly relieved to gain some insight into who 'he' was and what 'he' had done. A villain, but one who had helped the queen...?
And there was the crib beside the thrones, he could see. Hmm.
His silence stretched out once more as he thought, and to those who did not know him it was a chill and frosty thing. Indeed, lines of frost radiated from the tip of his staff where it touched the flagstones, racing out beneath the feet of the closest courtiers.
"No?" he finally rumbled, the syllable so deep that it seemed to be felt as much as heard. "But the child owes their life to me. I will collect what they owe me. And then I will leave," he said, ringing finality in his voice.
Had he been in water he might have aquaported. He was not, nor was he in his proper body; he wore the skin of a Fae, not a Mer, and he could not access his usual magic. But that did not seem to matter. He thought of what he wanted, and he felt the staff pulse in his hand--
And he appeared behind the crib in silence, a swirl of ominous black smoke twisting and billowing in front of Maea The Knight from the spot he had been standing in before.
And there was the crib beside the thrones, he could see. Hmm.
His silence stretched out once more as he thought, and to those who did not know him it was a chill and frosty thing. Indeed, lines of frost radiated from the tip of his staff where it touched the flagstones, racing out beneath the feet of the closest courtiers.
"No?" he finally rumbled, the syllable so deep that it seemed to be felt as much as heard. "But the child owes their life to me. I will collect what they owe me. And then I will leave," he said, ringing finality in his voice.
Had he been in water he might have aquaported. He was not, nor was he in his proper body; he wore the skin of a Fae, not a Mer, and he could not access his usual magic. But that did not seem to matter. He thought of what he wanted, and he felt the staff pulse in his hand--
And he appeared behind the crib in silence, a swirl of ominous black smoke twisting and billowing in front of Maea The Knight from the spot he had been standing in before.
