shadows dance around the room

SUNJATA

clipped wings and you're the one holding the bone saw
now things are getting so out of control

At least nothing had been irreparably damaged by the miscommunication – perhaps a first for Sunjata, though he doesn’t let it show on his face. In fact, everything was relatively exactly how it was before he tried to lift the manta out of the water. So when Hadama mentions there was no harm done, he hums a sound of agreement – attention flickering back toward the pools as he starts to push his sleeves back down, trying to retain what warmth in the snow that he can.

Hadama’s movement catches his attention as he disappears under the surface of the water before returning, nodding before realizing he barely knows anything about the merfolk. “That they can be.” He can spot the brief flicker of wry humor, enough that he snorts an agreement before he shakes his head. “Well, I should probably head back now before my fingertips freeze off.” Sure, he was warm blooded, but he was born and raised in a place that never saw natural ice or snow, and despite being here he still wasn’t quite used to it.

the spiraling starts and we can't pull up, our hands are tied together so,
on the way down, we make every moment count