Torchline had also been where Hadama had come across the masked god of memories, pulled into a game of hide and seek amongst the Kuali Isles. That time around it had been Ludo who had searched for the hiding mortals, its eerie laugh seeking out each participant and whittling down their numbers. The nightmares that had followed had been... unpleasant, to say the least. It had not added any particular desire to approach the god again, then or at any time thereafter.
"Hmm..." The mermanta hummed a thoughtful acknowledgement of Sunjata's report on the ice ball, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he stared intently at the shore that hid the pools beyond from his own sight. "I admit, I am tempted," he rumbled at last before giving a single shake of his head as if to rid himself of the lure. "But I will not." Too much rested on his shoulders as a leader of his people to risk himself for something as selfish as curiosity.
"Thank you for checking," he added, appreciative that the Flood had been willing to leave the water to indulge the Tidebreaker in his moment of whimsy. "What place does it show now?" Perhaps the ice ball's ripples had changed it? Or perhaps they had not, and the images were more resilient than that.
"Hmm..." The mermanta hummed a thoughtful acknowledgement of Sunjata's report on the ice ball, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he stared intently at the shore that hid the pools beyond from his own sight. "I admit, I am tempted," he rumbled at last before giving a single shake of his head as if to rid himself of the lure. "But I will not." Too much rested on his shoulders as a leader of his people to risk himself for something as selfish as curiosity.
"Thank you for checking," he added, appreciative that the Flood had been willing to leave the water to indulge the Tidebreaker in his moment of whimsy. "What place does it show now?" Perhaps the ice ball's ripples had changed it? Or perhaps they had not, and the images were more resilient than that.
