The Tidebreaker had surfaced in the canal outside of the Court of Stars, rising to push his long, steel-silver hair back behind his shoulders and crack his neck from a morning spent pouring over reports and penning a letter. Sunlight gleamed from his brown skin and the scars that criss-crossed it, tattooed over with golden ink. A simple silver circlet held his hair out of his eyes, the stone set in its center a matching shade of emerald green.
The silver armlet that circled one bicep was of exceptional quality and the glimmering ring on his left hand had an unearthly quality, but it was the trident that he wore across his back that truly set him apart from the other Mer that swam the canals on business or pleasure. It was constructed of coral and starlight, with tines that sparkled faintly even in the afternoon sun.
In late Longheat the temperatures lived up to the season's name, and many were napping in whatever shade they could find. The starlit waters of the canals that stitched Torchline together were refreshingly cool, however, and Mer were not the only ones using them to travel.
Hadama began to swim leisurely, his muscular body tapering into the black scales of his manta half before narrowing to a slender whip. He didn't need to go far; the scent of something delicious being cooked at a stall near the water caught his attention and he paused, measuring the distance between the canal's edge and the little dango cart with a thoughtful gaze.
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The silver armlet that circled one bicep was of exceptional quality and the glimmering ring on his left hand had an unearthly quality, but it was the trident that he wore across his back that truly set him apart from the other Mer that swam the canals on business or pleasure. It was constructed of coral and starlight, with tines that sparkled faintly even in the afternoon sun.
In late Longheat the temperatures lived up to the season's name, and many were napping in whatever shade they could find. The starlit waters of the canals that stitched Torchline together were refreshingly cool, however, and Mer were not the only ones using them to travel.
Hadama began to swim leisurely, his muscular body tapering into the black scales of his manta half before narrowing to a slender whip. He didn't need to go far; the scent of something delicious being cooked at a stall near the water caught his attention and he paused, measuring the distance between the canal's edge and the little dango cart with a thoughtful gaze.
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