Somehow using Remi as a mere bodyguard seemed like a waste of the demigod's talents, but Hadama couldn't deny the appeal. Emerald eyes warmed as he considered the turn of events and what it meant for Torchline and Caido. And himself, for that matter. He would appreciate a stronger and more experienced demigod's advice so near at hand.
Webbed fingers rested on the sun-warmed stone beside the canal as he listened to Flora's experience with their goddess, steely brows lifting briefly in surprise at how swiftly the Doubletake had moved before he leaned forward to examine the signet ring. "It is beautiful," he murmured, his smith-trained eye admiring the perfection of the craftsmanship and delicate beauty of the design. "It suits you. Hmm." He tilted his head to the side in thought, contemplating the problem the use of it posed. "Perhaps a thin chain attached to it so you can reel it back...?" Not unlike a fishing line, but fancier.
Her own question brought his gaze up again and he shifted to rest his elbows on the canal, rising a little higher out of the water. Emerald eyes sparkled with that quiet mischief that belied the solemn tone of his voice. "I saw her recently, while I was in Halo." He paused, reaching for his glass again though not drinking from it just yet. "She had an idea for our next improvement to Torchline." When they finished Rae's quest, hopefully soon.
He paused again, admiring the color of his drink. "And she gave me a pair of pants." Sip.
Webbed fingers rested on the sun-warmed stone beside the canal as he listened to Flora's experience with their goddess, steely brows lifting briefly in surprise at how swiftly the Doubletake had moved before he leaned forward to examine the signet ring. "It is beautiful," he murmured, his smith-trained eye admiring the perfection of the craftsmanship and delicate beauty of the design. "It suits you. Hmm." He tilted his head to the side in thought, contemplating the problem the use of it posed. "Perhaps a thin chain attached to it so you can reel it back...?" Not unlike a fishing line, but fancier.
Her own question brought his gaze up again and he shifted to rest his elbows on the canal, rising a little higher out of the water. Emerald eyes sparkled with that quiet mischief that belied the solemn tone of his voice. "I saw her recently, while I was in Halo." He paused, reaching for his glass again though not drinking from it just yet. "She had an idea for our next improvement to Torchline." When they finished Rae's quest, hopefully soon.
He paused again, admiring the color of his drink. "And she gave me a pair of pants." Sip.
