'Your Kingness' was a new one to Hadama, and the merman blinked as he absorbed the title with silent bemusement. He didn't miss how uncomfortable the young man looked, however, and after a moment's contemplation he made no attempt to change the sobriquet. He only inclined his head in acknowledgment of the listing of titles that followed and the composure it helped to return to his guest.
"It is nice to meet you, Everest Hart," he said with solemn sincerity, emerald eyes twinkling as he extended a hand as well. There was no removing the webbing from his hand, but though they were damp his fingers were firm and gentle as they closed around Everest's in a brief, welcoming grip.
He watched as the young man demonstrated the webbing's properties and green eyes gleamed with interest at the mention of netting. "Hmm. That could be very useful. If you find a way to weave it so it does not stick to everything, I would trade you for the technique." In whatever barter was useful to the young artificer. "If it does not dissolve in--" He broke off as a pale skittering motion caught the corner of his eye and he turned his head sharply to spy the industrious spider as it descended from the thatched roof of the cabana and scampered down the outside of the oven's chimney, already beginning to lay a trail of webbing behind it.
"It is nice to meet you, Everest Hart," he said with solemn sincerity, emerald eyes twinkling as he extended a hand as well. There was no removing the webbing from his hand, but though they were damp his fingers were firm and gentle as they closed around Everest's in a brief, welcoming grip.
He watched as the young man demonstrated the webbing's properties and green eyes gleamed with interest at the mention of netting. "Hmm. That could be very useful. If you find a way to weave it so it does not stick to everything, I would trade you for the technique." In whatever barter was useful to the young artificer. "If it does not dissolve in--" He broke off as a pale skittering motion caught the corner of his eye and he turned his head sharply to spy the industrious spider as it descended from the thatched roof of the cabana and scampered down the outside of the oven's chimney, already beginning to lay a trail of webbing behind it.
