Hadama inclined his head in thanks for Maea's willingness to consider the Breaker. He was uncertain how far to trust Zavien's earnest enthusiasm just yet, but he had a sense of something sincere about the man and was curious to see how far it would take him.
He listened with interest to the plan for a portal, nodding his understanding of its purpose. For Ancients who suffered in the cold, Deepfrost in the Grounds was a challenge. Having a quick way to reach someplace hotter was undoubtedly important to them, and since the majority of the Grounds' population was Ancients it made sense to pour their energies into it. "It would make travel between Torchline and the Grounds easier, too." His voice was a low, thoughtful murmur as he considered how much quicker it was to get to the Climb from Torchline, even without a skyport for airships to dock at. As for Jack Tar Landing he simply nodded in acknowledgment as he bent another branch and tied it off before seeking bits of berry and tinsel to decorate it with.
"Live plants, yes," he replied to her surprise, emerald eyes sparkling with good humor at the exchange of customs. "Pieces of dying ones, less often." Unless one counted driftwood art? Ah, but when she demonstrated the aromatic properties of the needles he inhaled in appreciation, joining Maea in enjoyment of the scent. "It is to recreate Longheat, then?" Indoors, at least, when the Deepfrost winds howled outside the door. "Why the round shapes?" Of the wreaths, at least, which was all they had made so far.
He listened with interest to the plan for a portal, nodding his understanding of its purpose. For Ancients who suffered in the cold, Deepfrost in the Grounds was a challenge. Having a quick way to reach someplace hotter was undoubtedly important to them, and since the majority of the Grounds' population was Ancients it made sense to pour their energies into it. "It would make travel between Torchline and the Grounds easier, too." His voice was a low, thoughtful murmur as he considered how much quicker it was to get to the Climb from Torchline, even without a skyport for airships to dock at. As for Jack Tar Landing he simply nodded in acknowledgment as he bent another branch and tied it off before seeking bits of berry and tinsel to decorate it with.
"Live plants, yes," he replied to her surprise, emerald eyes sparkling with good humor at the exchange of customs. "Pieces of dying ones, less often." Unless one counted driftwood art? Ah, but when she demonstrated the aromatic properties of the needles he inhaled in appreciation, joining Maea in enjoyment of the scent. "It is to recreate Longheat, then?" Indoors, at least, when the Deepfrost winds howled outside the door. "Why the round shapes?" Of the wreaths, at least, which was all they had made so far.
