It is nice to meet you, Calliope, he rumbled, inclining his head to her. When he raised it again there was a thoughtful look in his eyes as he considered the other name she had given. He paused their progress outside of the shop he had found earlier but waited a moment before swimming in.
Selah... the name was familiar, indeed. Is your mother a bard? His question was curious and he didn't hide the thread of intrigue that wound through it, though his expression remained outwardly serene. The bard Selah? Though perhaps the name was simply coincidence; it was possible that two women had the same name, after all. But the way Calliope had said it certainly made him wonder. His own father and sister were also bards, though they had trained in the oral histories of the Mer and had worked for the Court as both historians and diplomats long before Hadama had swum forward to claim the empty throne.
There was no denying that his sister had been a huge fan of Selah, however, and Hadama was very much aware of who the popular songstress was... or at least, had been before her retirement.
Selah... the name was familiar, indeed. Is your mother a bard? His question was curious and he didn't hide the thread of intrigue that wound through it, though his expression remained outwardly serene. The bard Selah? Though perhaps the name was simply coincidence; it was possible that two women had the same name, after all. But the way Calliope had said it certainly made him wonder. His own father and sister were also bards, though they had trained in the oral histories of the Mer and had worked for the Court as both historians and diplomats long before Hadama had swum forward to claim the empty throne.
There was no denying that his sister had been a huge fan of Selah, however, and Hadama was very much aware of who the popular songstress was... or at least, had been before her retirement.
