"I have only been in the Burrows," Hadama admitted, tucking a sprig of hard white berries into his wreath, and then choosing a few small pine cones to balance the whole and add a pleasing textural shift. "When I was a Mer." Emerald eyes twinkled as he left it at that and asked instead about the traditions of the Grounds and its landwalking inhabitants. Setting aside his wreath he reached for several longer branches and began to weave their ends together with some twine as he saw Maea doing, making a second garland.
"Hmm. Perhaps I will hang a kelp frond triangle in the Court of Stars," he mused, silent laughter hiding behind his serious expression, though the corners of his eyes had crinkled with his good humor. "In the rainy season. To remind us that the sun will come again."
He considered the wreaths and garlands that were slowly accumulating between them and then looked around the cozy cottage in curiosity. "Are there specific places where they will go?"
"Hmm. Perhaps I will hang a kelp frond triangle in the Court of Stars," he mused, silent laughter hiding behind his serious expression, though the corners of his eyes had crinkled with his good humor. "In the rainy season. To remind us that the sun will come again."
He considered the wreaths and garlands that were slowly accumulating between them and then looked around the cozy cottage in curiosity. "Are there specific places where they will go?"
