A spark of appreciative amusement glinted in emerald eyes and Hadama inclined his head in acknowledgment of the young woman's point, the ghost of a smile haunting the corners of his eyes and mouth. He watched the floating stone with curiosity as Seren gathered her thoughts for an answer and he reached a slow and careful finger out to brush against the rock as it approached, to try and set it spinning in the opposite direction.
But soon enough his emerald gaze returned to her, growing solemn once more as she revealed the unforeseen complications of her parentage and the pressures that she was under. Ones that he had never experienced in his own humble beginnings. But even as she laid out the simple, crystalline facts of the situation she did so without resentment or frustration and he inclined his head again in respect for her resiliency. "No," he agreed slowly. "You did not." He paused to consider her thoughtfully before continuing. "Would you be other than who and what you are, if you could be?"
But soon enough his emerald gaze returned to her, growing solemn once more as she revealed the unforeseen complications of her parentage and the pressures that she was under. Ones that he had never experienced in his own humble beginnings. But even as she laid out the simple, crystalline facts of the situation she did so without resentment or frustration and he inclined his head again in respect for her resiliency. "No," he agreed slowly. "You did not." He paused to consider her thoughtfully before continuing. "Would you be other than who and what you are, if you could be?"
