It was a strange experience, being the one to look down on someone else. Hadama was still getting used to his bipedal height - often awkward, and resulting in numerous bumps to his head on low doorways and ceilings - and after a moment's consideration he lowered himself to sit with Seren in the soft sand, making himself comfortable. Unlike his hostess he was still, a peaceful and quiet statue in contrast to her graceful, constant motion.
He tilted his head in acknowledgment of his place in Safrin's plan - or at least, what it might be. The goddess had not answered that question when he had posed it, leaving it open-ended for the moment. But it seemed as though her daughter had been given more direction in her service to her mother. "Mmn. What is your task?" he asked curiously as he watched her juggle with the fascination of one who was seeing the trick up close for the first time.
Juggling was not practiced much under the sea.
He tilted his head in acknowledgment of his place in Safrin's plan - or at least, what it might be. The goddess had not answered that question when he had posed it, leaving it open-ended for the moment. But it seemed as though her daughter had been given more direction in her service to her mother. "Mmn. What is your task?" he asked curiously as he watched her juggle with the fascination of one who was seeing the trick up close for the first time.
Juggling was not practiced much under the sea.
