He was spending a great deal of time on the Coast this Flowerbirth, attempting to keep it clear of Void corruption until Vi could be petitioned for protection once more. Hadama walked along the line of surf, his bare feet in the cool wavelets that raced up the sand while a stiff sea breeze whipped a few errant raindrops onto his skin. He used his trident as a walking staff in one hand, his chest bare but for the harness that held several small pouches and a net bag at his side. Safrin's trousers kept him modest, the stars embroidered there glimmering faintly even in the cloudy grey light.
Emerald eyes caught sight of someone wading out to wrangle a lobster trap nearby, but it was the sight of the Void Messenger that tightened his jaw and his grip on his trident.
"Look out," he called across the waves, stretching his long legs to stride more swiftly after the fellow. He didn't recognize the man from behind, but he moved to join him and swipe at the four-winged omen with his trident to try and scare it away. "Their bite may be infectious."
Emerald eyes caught sight of someone wading out to wrangle a lobster trap nearby, but it was the sight of the Void Messenger that tightened his jaw and his grip on his trident.
"Look out," he called across the waves, stretching his long legs to stride more swiftly after the fellow. He didn't recognize the man from behind, but he moved to join him and swipe at the four-winged omen with his trident to try and scare it away. "Their bite may be infectious."
