There was no question that Andromeda was a daughter of the sea: beautiful and mercurial, stubborn and strong, and utterly unwilling to give up what she had claimed for her own. Hadama admired her, but he could be stubborn, too, and not even her pout could convince him to miss with the orb that slipped past her defenses.
He felt the breeze as it danced over his skin, drying and lifting long tresses in playful gusts. He made no move to escape the little vortex while it remained teasing, instead considering her question as he reached out with his magic to create a small dolphin out of water in the air between them, which he then froze solid and released to bob in the gentle waves of the cove. "Mmn. It is more like... lifting something. With my will," he said at last, speaking slowly as he put the arcane feelings into words. "The magic has... a weight. A pressure. Perhaps because it came to me so late." Only a few years back, as the War approached. "Or because what I am manipulating has more weight," he added, considering Andy's winds versus his own water. "Can you create air the landfolk can breathe?"
He felt the breeze as it danced over his skin, drying and lifting long tresses in playful gusts. He made no move to escape the little vortex while it remained teasing, instead considering her question as he reached out with his magic to create a small dolphin out of water in the air between them, which he then froze solid and released to bob in the gentle waves of the cove. "Mmn. It is more like... lifting something. With my will," he said at last, speaking slowly as he put the arcane feelings into words. "The magic has... a weight. A pressure. Perhaps because it came to me so late." Only a few years back, as the War approached. "Or because what I am manipulating has more weight," he added, considering Andy's winds versus his own water. "Can you create air the landfolk can breathe?"
