Not knowing the area, Hadama had been unable to teleport to the secluded little cottage. It did not bother him to walk, though he felt the cold far more keenly now that he was no longer part of the Academy and had lost its blessing. Well-bundled up against the Deepfrost chill, he had embarked on a visit to the pale Ancient he called friend. There was news to share, and he was slowly gaining confidence with his new abilities even if they were different than what he'd known as a Mer.
Only being able to teleport at night, for example, was a larger drawback than he had anticipated.
He was not the only one having trouble finding Maea's residence, as it turned out. Or at least, reaching it. He had come across a farmer whose wagon had foundered in the snow and it had taken both of them to free it. With the farmer leading his horse and Hadama pushing from behind they finally made it to their destination, albeit rather later than the Tidebreaker had intended.
He stood back by the sled, a tall, silent, broad-shouldered shape bundled in furs and with his face hidden between a scarf and cap, while the farmer knocked on the door of the cottage and called out. "Maea? Y'home, gel?"
Only being able to teleport at night, for example, was a larger drawback than he had anticipated.
He was not the only one having trouble finding Maea's residence, as it turned out. Or at least, reaching it. He had come across a farmer whose wagon had foundered in the snow and it had taken both of them to free it. With the farmer leading his horse and Hadama pushing from behind they finally made it to their destination, albeit rather later than the Tidebreaker had intended.
He stood back by the sled, a tall, silent, broad-shouldered shape bundled in furs and with his face hidden between a scarf and cap, while the farmer knocked on the door of the cottage and called out. "Maea? Y'home, gel?"
