The Greatwood was a curious place. It was so very different from his salten sea but there was a tranquility there, beneath the spreading branches of the great trees. The Stone Symphony's powerful current was an excellent way to train in strength and endurance as well, and far more reliable than the riptides of Torchline. Since the War had sunk much of the land and he had gained the ability to teleport between bodies of water, Hadama had found reason to visit it from time to time when his duties could spare him.
As he had when they had built the bridge, he arrived from the water. Steel-silver hair gleamed wetly as he surfaced near the bank, blinking bright emerald eyes at the gathered saplings. The shadows above dappled his dark brown skin, making it appear even darker but the glint of his golden tattoos was visible in the flashes of sunlight that peeked between the leaves.
"Phoebe," he greeted solemnly, inclining his head to the pretty young demigod. Another familiar face was also nearby and he tilted his head again in recognition. "Farrow. How can I help?"
Hadama arrives!
As he had when they had built the bridge, he arrived from the water. Steel-silver hair gleamed wetly as he surfaced near the bank, blinking bright emerald eyes at the gathered saplings. The shadows above dappled his dark brown skin, making it appear even darker but the glint of his golden tattoos was visible in the flashes of sunlight that peeked between the leaves.
"Phoebe," he greeted solemnly, inclining his head to the pretty young demigod. Another familiar face was also nearby and he tilted his head again in recognition. "Farrow. How can I help?"
Hadama arrives!
