Dying, as it turned out, was not particularly pleasant, even in a storybook.
Being smothered beneath the shadows was similar enough to suffocating on dry land that Hadama was looking more than a little green around the gills as he reappeared in the watery stream near at hand. He ducked fully beneath the water, letting it soothe him as he regained his composure and gave Maea the chance to recover as well.
It was a long couple of minutes before he surfaced again, slicking his hair back and meeting the loreseeker's eyes in solemn silence. Then he inclined his head to her in recognition of the experience they had shared and let out a slow, deep breath. His hands rested lightly on the edge of the canal, the tip of his long tail lashing slowly through the shallow water.
"What is the story called?" he asked at last, breaking the silence gently with his low, quiet words.
Being smothered beneath the shadows was similar enough to suffocating on dry land that Hadama was looking more than a little green around the gills as he reappeared in the watery stream near at hand. He ducked fully beneath the water, letting it soothe him as he regained his composure and gave Maea the chance to recover as well.
It was a long couple of minutes before he surfaced again, slicking his hair back and meeting the loreseeker's eyes in solemn silence. Then he inclined his head to her in recognition of the experience they had shared and let out a slow, deep breath. His hands rested lightly on the edge of the canal, the tip of his long tail lashing slowly through the shallow water.
"What is the story called?" he asked at last, breaking the silence gently with his low, quiet words.
