Age, indeed, was a strange concept to apply to a demigod who had been born to it and raised among the stars, but Seren had a way of seeming both youthful and wise. Hadama inclined his head in acceptance of her reassurance. As she fell back he watched the floating rock sail back towards him and he plucked it from the air to examine it while she spoke until her words drew his own eyes up to the stars above.
And he listened, not with his usual courtesy but with an intensity that he rarely displayed as she revealed some of the secrets of the cosmos to a Mer who had only ever looked up to see twinkling lights that guided and inspired and gave hope.
It would seem that those gently shining constellations hid far more volatile depths than he'd ever dreamed.
Emerald eyes looked back at his host at last and he tilted his head to the side curiously as he considered the starchild - no, Seren - thoughtfully. "But not you?"
And he listened, not with his usual courtesy but with an intensity that he rarely displayed as she revealed some of the secrets of the cosmos to a Mer who had only ever looked up to see twinkling lights that guided and inspired and gave hope.
It would seem that those gently shining constellations hid far more volatile depths than he'd ever dreamed.
Emerald eyes looked back at his host at last and he tilted his head to the side curiously as he considered the starchild - no, Seren - thoughtfully. "But not you?"
