He let his burden fall into the shallows as he drew the water up beneath him, raising himself high enough to stretch out his arms and off his friend a hug. He had not realized how much he was missing her until the ache was suddenly absent from his heart, and the Tidebreaker exhaled a soft sigh as some of the weight that pressed down upon his shoulders lifted away.
"I have missed you," he rumbled quietly, a simple but profound truth as they parted and he lowered himself back into the shallow surf at her feet. "But Halo has had its own troubles." A sober statement, made with understanding. He had been to the northern region; once to ask for Deimos's aid in hunting monsters, and again to retrieve a flower for Torchline's quest to protect itself. But the timing never seemed to work out for a meeting with the Evergreen.
As he settled himself more comfortably, Hadama reached into the net bag and pulled out a length of... stringy brown kelp? He began to methodically strip the leaves and fibers, twisting them as he went. "Many fishing nets were lost when the meteor fell," he explained. "I am making replacements." Keeping his hands busy while they spoke, knowing that neither of them did well with being idle when people depended on them. "What are you making?" He had seen the knife and wood in her hands, though he had been too far away to clearly see what she was shaping.
As a wave receded the beach next to the Tidebreaker grew curiously dry, and though the next gentle wave of Longheat washed up to cover the mermanta's tail and an area of the beach farther away, it was abruptly low tide directly beside him.
"I have missed you," he rumbled quietly, a simple but profound truth as they parted and he lowered himself back into the shallow surf at her feet. "But Halo has had its own troubles." A sober statement, made with understanding. He had been to the northern region; once to ask for Deimos's aid in hunting monsters, and again to retrieve a flower for Torchline's quest to protect itself. But the timing never seemed to work out for a meeting with the Evergreen.
As he settled himself more comfortably, Hadama reached into the net bag and pulled out a length of... stringy brown kelp? He began to methodically strip the leaves and fibers, twisting them as he went. "Many fishing nets were lost when the meteor fell," he explained. "I am making replacements." Keeping his hands busy while they spoke, knowing that neither of them did well with being idle when people depended on them. "What are you making?" He had seen the knife and wood in her hands, though he had been too far away to clearly see what she was shaping.
As a wave receded the beach next to the Tidebreaker grew curiously dry, and though the next gentle wave of Longheat washed up to cover the mermanta's tail and an area of the beach farther away, it was abruptly low tide directly beside him.
