It was sooner rather than later when Hadama emerged from the Court, emerald eyes going to the fountain curiously until they landed on a familiar pale figure seated on its edge. The aide had waited for him to finish looking over the proposal for removing the Void Horror from the beach before telling him about the woman who had come seeking him but refused to wait indoors. It had been an intriguing enough mystery to draw him from behind his desk and to the doors of the Court.
What he saw there drew him out into the rain. In respect for the season and how much easier his human(ish) form became chilled he had put on a light linen shirt today, but it was quickly soaked through as he strode to the fountain. He did not appear to notice or mind the water falling down from the sky, much less his resemblance to a refugee from a wet t-shirt contest. Instead he moved with his usual dignity to settle on the fountain's edge next to his friend and tilted his head at her, considering the image she presented.
"I cannot keep the rain off you anymore," he admitted, a note of apology in his deep voice. "But there is a bar nearby. It is quiet this time of day, if you would join me for a drink?"
What he saw there drew him out into the rain. In respect for the season and how much easier his human(ish) form became chilled he had put on a light linen shirt today, but it was quickly soaked through as he strode to the fountain. He did not appear to notice or mind the water falling down from the sky, much less his resemblance to a refugee from a wet t-shirt contest. Instead he moved with his usual dignity to settle on the fountain's edge next to his friend and tilted his head at her, considering the image she presented.
"I cannot keep the rain off you anymore," he admitted, a note of apology in his deep voice. "But there is a bar nearby. It is quiet this time of day, if you would join me for a drink?"
