The spirit flowed in the direction Noah stepped, losing cohesion as she moved and then gaining it again once she stilled and the water moved around her, not quite stopped by her presence, but flowing as if slowed by her. Hadama watched curiously, brow slowly furrowing in thought.
"Mmh. I have heard... stories," he mused. "Of humans who have drowned themselves over lost lovers." Or any number of other accidents or acts of violence. This sad-eyed spirit seemed fascinated with the ruggedly handsome Halovian, however, far more interested in him than the mermanta. "Perhaps she is bound to the Cataract?"
He paused and then sorted through his bouquet, selecting a beautiful white bloom and offering it up to his friend with a half shrug that indicated it was, at least, worth a try.
"Mmh. I have heard... stories," he mused. "Of humans who have drowned themselves over lost lovers." Or any number of other accidents or acts of violence. This sad-eyed spirit seemed fascinated with the ruggedly handsome Halovian, however, far more interested in him than the mermanta. "Perhaps she is bound to the Cataract?"
He paused and then sorted through his bouquet, selecting a beautiful white bloom and offering it up to his friend with a half shrug that indicated it was, at least, worth a try.
