"Mmn," Hadama replied politely. Whether or not Fox got out much, he couldn't say... but the Ancient did seem to be new to Torchline. Which was neither good nor bad; it simply was. "The canals were created for us. A kindness from the local humans." And one that had allowed a new era for the region, which was definitely good.
He nodded his thanks and gave a slow undulation of his tail to push himself up out of the water so he could rest his forearms more comfortably on the edge of the canal. Taking the small file he began to work at one of the pieces of obsidian in his possession, beginning to shape a long, delicate equine nose from the narrow end of the stone as they spoke. His large hands were deft and experienced at working with the small tool, and his movements were confident and efficient. "Thank you. I have not been to the Grounds. What are the waters there like?"
For the moment he kept his questions on the Ancients behind his serene stoicism, but just because they were silent didn't mean they didn't exist.
He nodded his thanks and gave a slow undulation of his tail to push himself up out of the water so he could rest his forearms more comfortably on the edge of the canal. Taking the small file he began to work at one of the pieces of obsidian in his possession, beginning to shape a long, delicate equine nose from the narrow end of the stone as they spoke. His large hands were deft and experienced at working with the small tool, and his movements were confident and efficient. "Thank you. I have not been to the Grounds. What are the waters there like?"
For the moment he kept his questions on the Ancients behind his serene stoicism, but just because they were silent didn't mean they didn't exist.
