Ah. Hadama's expression did not change and he simple inclined his head in acceptance of the news that Mer would not be able to attend. Outside of Torchline it was not unusual for such things... and, in truth, few enough of the Mer were able or inclined to travel so far beyond the coastline's shores. It wasn't always fair to expect the other races to cater to guests who might not even come. "Mmn. Aquaportation is... uncommon," he admitted, a hint of regret in his voice. "And the Grounds are a very long swim away. It is... unlikely any would be able to make the journey." His brows drew down slightly, the ghost of a frown marring his features. "Especially with the corruption fouling the waters beyond the Feverlands."
He made room for her at the anvil and watched her position herself, quiet as she practiced. Ease of creation would come with muscle memory, and the only way to obtain it was what she was doing now. Her grip was good, and he noted the strength of her blows with satisfaction. "Hmm. Does he wear much jewelry?" His thoughtful tone had turned professional; not the voice of the King, or even of Maea's friend, but of a craftsman presented with an interesting challenge.
He made room for her at the anvil and watched her position herself, quiet as she practiced. Ease of creation would come with muscle memory, and the only way to obtain it was what she was doing now. Her grip was good, and he noted the strength of her blows with satisfaction. "Hmm. Does he wear much jewelry?" His thoughtful tone had turned professional; not the voice of the King, or even of Maea's friend, but of a craftsman presented with an interesting challenge.
