Abandoned, they said, and Hadama nodded polite acknowledgment, waiting for something... more, with a faintly quizzical lift to his brows. It explained why they were avoiding asking Safrin for answers, though, and he didn't press them further on what seemed a sensitive topic.
The shift in mood was almost palpable at the theoretical explorations of magic and intention, and Hadama listened to her explanation intently again, from her mentor's interpretation to her own, and his eyes flicked only briefly to the seagrass - but mostly to the wax; a substance he had little experience with.
Her question brought a flicker of warm amusement to her eyes as he nodded to the crab first. "Defiance. Transition. The three-phased moon." He looked to the shell and paused more thoughtfully. "Different shells have different interpretations. Shape, color, and what lives in each may change the meaning. For these... solitude is often one. Perseverance. But also inflexibility."
He looked at her other items curiously. "What are the meanings of the seagrass and the driftwood to the shorefolk?"
The shift in mood was almost palpable at the theoretical explorations of magic and intention, and Hadama listened to her explanation intently again, from her mentor's interpretation to her own, and his eyes flicked only briefly to the seagrass - but mostly to the wax; a substance he had little experience with.
Her question brought a flicker of warm amusement to her eyes as he nodded to the crab first. "Defiance. Transition. The three-phased moon." He looked to the shell and paused more thoughtfully. "Different shells have different interpretations. Shape, color, and what lives in each may change the meaning. For these... solitude is often one. Perseverance. But also inflexibility."
He looked at her other items curiously. "What are the meanings of the seagrass and the driftwood to the shorefolk?"
