Unlike some demigods, Hadama bore no outward sign of his patron's favor, but as the young woman passed him he caught a sparkle of starlight that was unmistakable, even to her newest demigod. Emerald eyes widened only slightly before he found himself contemplating the dark-haired lady and her sculpture with new respect and curiosity.
"I am Hadama." He spoke quietly, though there was an undercurrent of pride in his voice as he added. "And I have also been called to Safrin's service." He placed his hand over his heart and offered her a small bow. Rising, he tilted his head to the side as he studied her more closely. "And you are...?" He had a guess, but the last he had heard of Safrin's daughter she had been a mere child, and that had been several years in the past.
"I am Hadama." He spoke quietly, though there was an undercurrent of pride in his voice as he added. "And I have also been called to Safrin's service." He placed his hand over his heart and offered her a small bow. Rising, he tilted his head to the side as he studied her more closely. "And you are...?" He had a guess, but the last he had heard of Safrin's daughter she had been a mere child, and that had been several years in the past.
