Hadama had lived below the waves during the era of the Loreseekers, unaware of the landfolk scholars and their voracious appetite for answers to every question on Caido and beyond. The Tidebreaker was curious; curious enough to come to the surface when his journeyman training was done and learn of the humans who had long been either bogeymen or targets of ridicule for many Mer, but he was cautious, too. And that caution had only increased when he became a King and took on the responsibility for an entire region.
He inclined his head in acceptance of Maea's comment on his leadership, but as she continued he tilted his jaw, emerald gaze fixing thoughtfully on the pale Ancient. He did not interrupt as she fell into thought, and her spoken plans began to spin out like the webs of the spiders she contemplated studying.
Only when she trailed off did he finally speak, his voice a low rumble in the quiet of the Temple's reverent atmosphere. "How do you measure the significance of the risks? And potential losses?" he asked, his regard a solemn weight in the candlelight.
He inclined his head in acceptance of Maea's comment on his leadership, but as she continued he tilted his jaw, emerald gaze fixing thoughtfully on the pale Ancient. He did not interrupt as she fell into thought, and her spoken plans began to spin out like the webs of the spiders she contemplated studying.
Only when she trailed off did he finally speak, his voice a low rumble in the quiet of the Temple's reverent atmosphere. "How do you measure the significance of the risks? And potential losses?" he asked, his regard a solemn weight in the candlelight.
