The mermanta might not have smiled, but there was a faint crinkling at the corners of his eyes as he inclined his head in agreement. "Neither have I," he admitted in regards to Ludo. "Except at a distance." In those large gatherings that happened occasionally, with their challenges and trials. The god of dreams and memories, mischief and mayhem, herald of death Himself, held little appeal to the stoic Tidebreaker. His memories were precious, and his mien far too solemn for prayers to the masked god to end well.
More importantly, he had no desire to spurn Safrin for the god which, rumors held, she was not on particularly good terms with.
"Mm. I have not," he admitted. "I have only prayed to Safrin." A man of simple but strong loyalties, was Hadama. That, and curiosity. He gave the ice ball a small toss in his hand and then caught it again before lobbing it over the crest of the shore and into the nearest pool where it plopped down, sending ripples in all directions as it bobbed back to the surface and floated there, disturbing the visions within. Not that Hadama could see that, of course.
"Has it disappeared?" he asked Sunjata instead, relying on the other man's height and ability to travel more easily on dry land to spot the frozen sphere.
More importantly, he had no desire to spurn Safrin for the god which, rumors held, she was not on particularly good terms with.
"Mm. I have not," he admitted. "I have only prayed to Safrin." A man of simple but strong loyalties, was Hadama. That, and curiosity. He gave the ice ball a small toss in his hand and then caught it again before lobbing it over the crest of the shore and into the nearest pool where it plopped down, sending ripples in all directions as it bobbed back to the surface and floated there, disturbing the visions within. Not that Hadama could see that, of course.
"Has it disappeared?" he asked Sunjata instead, relying on the other man's height and ability to travel more easily on dry land to spot the frozen sphere.
