Since Kaiden had not yet made his culinary choices, Hadama turned at the sound of his name, setting his plate down to free his hands. His chest was as bare as always except for the harness he traditionally wore to hold his weapons and pouches while swimming, but his legs were demurely covered in fine black leather trousers decorated with hand-stitched silver stars.
"Noah," he returned the greeting, emerald eyes bright with mischief and a quiet joy that seemed to shine from within. We should speak soon, he added quietly through the Bond, his mental tone holding only light and the implication that the news was good for once.
But the once-Sentinal was not alone, and the newly-minted demigod turned his attention to the youngsters. He placed a hand over his heart and bowed deeply to each child before rising to meet their eyes in turn. "It is an honor, Marcus. Margot. Your father speaks of you often," he rumbled. "And speaks well."
"Noah," he returned the greeting, emerald eyes bright with mischief and a quiet joy that seemed to shine from within. We should speak soon, he added quietly through the Bond, his mental tone holding only light and the implication that the news was good for once.
But the once-Sentinal was not alone, and the newly-minted demigod turned his attention to the youngsters. He placed a hand over his heart and bowed deeply to each child before rising to meet their eyes in turn. "It is an honor, Marcus. Margot. Your father speaks of you often," he rumbled. "And speaks well."
