Her enthusiasm sent a pulse of warmth through his chest as Hadama dipped his head in agreement. It was a good feeling to be so welcomed by a fellow demigod of Safrin, whether Seren was her daughter or not. He reached out to take her hand in his gently, following her with the same trust that he had shown before when she had invited him to see the island in the starry sea that was her own.
He nodded slowly as she explained how the magic worked, offering a quiet tidbit of his own: "Mmh. A useful way to travel. Safrin gave me the power to travel by moonlight, but it is limited to night time." Which, as he was learning, was not always convenient to when threats or emergencies happened.
And then they stepped out onto the rocky strand, the coming storm lifting his hair and tugging it around his shoulders. He lifted his chin to the breeze, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of brine and darkness, and the hints of old kelp and distant smoke from the torches on the coast. "A good night to be below the waves. Or indoors," he added in recognition of his now-bipedal state.
At least, bipedal half of the time.
"But I have more work to do at the Court of Stars," he admitted, retrieving his hand so he could stretch in the chill Deepfrost wind. "And the company is welcome." Which brought up another question as he looked around the sea that now surrounded the lighthouse. "Do you usually use your pocket to leave the island?"
He nodded slowly as she explained how the magic worked, offering a quiet tidbit of his own: "Mmh. A useful way to travel. Safrin gave me the power to travel by moonlight, but it is limited to night time." Which, as he was learning, was not always convenient to when threats or emergencies happened.
And then they stepped out onto the rocky strand, the coming storm lifting his hair and tugging it around his shoulders. He lifted his chin to the breeze, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of brine and darkness, and the hints of old kelp and distant smoke from the torches on the coast. "A good night to be below the waves. Or indoors," he added in recognition of his now-bipedal state.
At least, bipedal half of the time.
"But I have more work to do at the Court of Stars," he admitted, retrieving his hand so he could stretch in the chill Deepfrost wind. "And the company is welcome." Which brought up another question as he looked around the sea that now surrounded the lighthouse. "Do you usually use your pocket to leave the island?"
