Though he had been slowly exploring the city in the clouds since he'd gained the occasional use of legs during full moons, the Falling was one of the places that he had not yet discovered. Zavien 's suggestion of meeting there to get to know each other better had been met with quietly pleased approval, and as Longheat warmed the air to a temperature even a Torcher could appreciate Hadama had taken the opportunity to make the trip sooner rather than later.
It was a bit on the dry side, but the view more than made up for it as Hadama made his way to the southernmost tip of Stormbreak and stood near the edge - but not too near - looking down at the wild, dark ocean below and the froth of waves breaking over submerged rocks. He had sent a letter to the dragoon to let him know that the once-Mer had arrived and where he would be waiting, and the King seemed content to stand and experience the elements for as long as Zavien needed before he would be free. The wind tugged at his braid of steely grey hair and he had finally acceded to wearing a sleeveless leather vest over his broad chest, but both his arms and feet remained bare on the stone leading to the island's abrupt edge.
His emerald gaze was distant, lost in memory, as he leaned on his trident and contemplated the view.
It was a bit on the dry side, but the view more than made up for it as Hadama made his way to the southernmost tip of Stormbreak and stood near the edge - but not too near - looking down at the wild, dark ocean below and the froth of waves breaking over submerged rocks. He had sent a letter to the dragoon to let him know that the once-Mer had arrived and where he would be waiting, and the King seemed content to stand and experience the elements for as long as Zavien needed before he would be free. The wind tugged at his braid of steely grey hair and he had finally acceded to wearing a sleeveless leather vest over his broad chest, but both his arms and feet remained bare on the stone leading to the island's abrupt edge.
His emerald gaze was distant, lost in memory, as he leaned on his trident and contemplated the view.
