Hadama simply tilted his head in acknowledgment of her wish. Many expressed interest in visiting the Underwater City, but fewer than he expected followed through with it. If Elizabeth followed through on her intention, however, there was no secret to the coldsmithing techniques that required only strength and the proper tools. "I would be happy to show you." His voice was the quiet courteous rumble that was his usual tone, and at her almost wistful question and the concern inherent in it he gave a reassuring nod. "I do. But my mother's forge deserves a master who is devoted to it." The family techniques would not be lost; he would pass them on someday, or perhaps his sister would have children who could inherit.
Their comfortable conversation was rudely interrupted by the Voidbound Hels and their penchant for malicious mischief. Hadama reacted with his own magic, gravity warping and spiking through the two birds that tried to steal the seeds so that only puffs of feathers remained. Elizabeth's attacker was transformed into fried chicken, though the smoke that rose from it as it hit the ground was greasy and corrupted. Hadama watched her with new respect even as he wielded the shovel to cover the seeds with a protective layer of dirt to hide them from prying amethyst eyes. "A useful ability," he murmured appreciatively.
Their comfortable conversation was rudely interrupted by the Voidbound Hels and their penchant for malicious mischief. Hadama reacted with his own magic, gravity warping and spiking through the two birds that tried to steal the seeds so that only puffs of feathers remained. Elizabeth's attacker was transformed into fried chicken, though the smoke that rose from it as it hit the ground was greasy and corrupted. Hadama watched her with new respect even as he wielded the shovel to cover the seeds with a protective layer of dirt to hide them from prying amethyst eyes. "A useful ability," he murmured appreciatively.
