Hadama inclined his head in acceptance of her desire to wait. The Court of Stars in Haulani had been built by human hands and had only one section for the Mer, in the inner garden, but he respected her choice. Travel at this time of year could not be easy for an Ancient and he would force no one to visit who did not want to.
His large hands continued their slow, methodical weaving of branches. The garland unfurling beneath them had begun to coil in a loose, messy spiral on the table as it grew while they talked. He had the knack of it now, hands trained in crafting moving with deft surety even as his eyes left the task in order to look around the room to the places Maea indicated.
Studying the places she had chosen, he looked back to his own creations and contemplated. ”Mmh. The wreath… on the inside of the door,” he said slowly. Then he turned his head to view the sitting room door again before he looked down at his own garland – now rather significantly too long for a single portal. ”…Can the garlands go outside?” he asked, testing the waters of this strange but appealing tradition.
His large hands continued their slow, methodical weaving of branches. The garland unfurling beneath them had begun to coil in a loose, messy spiral on the table as it grew while they talked. He had the knack of it now, hands trained in crafting moving with deft surety even as his eyes left the task in order to look around the room to the places Maea indicated.
Studying the places she had chosen, he looked back to his own creations and contemplated. ”Mmh. The wreath… on the inside of the door,” he said slowly. Then he turned his head to view the sitting room door again before he looked down at his own garland – now rather significantly too long for a single portal. ”…Can the garlands go outside?” he asked, testing the waters of this strange but appealing tradition.
