It had been quite some time since any of the regions had been ruled by one of their hereditary lines, though at the moment Hadama was perhaps the only ruler who had actually been born in the region he now led. Still, few enough outside of Torchline knew of his non-noble beginnings, so in a way he might have become something of a fairytale King - or rather, a Mer-tailed one.
It all boiled down to paperwork in the end, however, and whoever had the greatest patience for dealing with it.
"Hmm. There are reports of strange weather from around Caido," he murmured thoughtfully. The letters between the rulers had revealed that much, though he was still on the hunt for the odd flora Deimos had mentioned. "The tides here are much higher than usual. The surfers are pleased." Ecstatic might have been a better word, but Hadama had never been accused of overstatement before. Either way it would have been better than storms, if he wasn't growing a bit worried about how much of the beaches were beginning to wash away.
It was something to bring up with Harper the next time he saw his co-leader. For the time being, it was just as crucial to welcome Torchline's seasonal visitors and make them feel at home on the sunny islands.
"I would be honored," he agreed solemnly, setting his glass aside in a nearby dip in the rocks that functioned like a cupholder. He reached for one of the kites, careful to grasp the handle so as not to cut his fingers on the crushed glass that coated the string near the kite itself. A puff of gentle wind blew past him and caught his kite (courtesy of a surreptitious touch of magic), lifting it up high enough for the natural breeze to catch it and begin spooling it out as it rose above them to dance in the sky.
The image on it, he noted with some amusement, was a loosely-drawn shark.
It all boiled down to paperwork in the end, however, and whoever had the greatest patience for dealing with it.
"Hmm. There are reports of strange weather from around Caido," he murmured thoughtfully. The letters between the rulers had revealed that much, though he was still on the hunt for the odd flora Deimos had mentioned. "The tides here are much higher than usual. The surfers are pleased." Ecstatic might have been a better word, but Hadama had never been accused of overstatement before. Either way it would have been better than storms, if he wasn't growing a bit worried about how much of the beaches were beginning to wash away.
It was something to bring up with Harper the next time he saw his co-leader. For the time being, it was just as crucial to welcome Torchline's seasonal visitors and make them feel at home on the sunny islands.
"I would be honored," he agreed solemnly, setting his glass aside in a nearby dip in the rocks that functioned like a cupholder. He reached for one of the kites, careful to grasp the handle so as not to cut his fingers on the crushed glass that coated the string near the kite itself. A puff of gentle wind blew past him and caught his kite (courtesy of a surreptitious touch of magic), lifting it up high enough for the natural breeze to catch it and begin spooling it out as it rose above them to dance in the sky.
The image on it, he noted with some amusement, was a loosely-drawn shark.
