"Of course," he confirmed with all due solemnity for such an important line of investigation. They were certainly spending enough time in Frey's Breath these days! There had been plenty of time to take note of its existing amenities - or lack thereof, if blood baths were not to one's personal tastes. And: "Indeed." Though the Ancient he knew best had not been a hedonist of the same stripe as, say Danta was.
But the time of conversation ended in kicks and catches and splashes that turned into blessings in disguise. Blessings if one was inclined to do a little swimming, at least. And Hadama might not have been particularly skilled in leg-based combat but he was not about to pass up the opportunity to make a sneak attack on his Queen.
Who was entirely capable of some sneakery of her own, as it turned out. He had not moved far enough away to escape her grasp and before he could make his escape she had latched onto him with all the strength of an octopode grappling its prey. He blinked underwater a few times, bemused and quite still as he tried to decide how to proceed as a young woman pressed her face into his left ribs and threatened to squeeze the air right out of him. It was the reminder that they both needed to breathe air in these shapes that propelled him the short distance up to the surface, tapping her shoulder gently. "I yield," he rumbled, laughter roughening his voice. "Mercy!"
~fin
But the time of conversation ended in kicks and catches and splashes that turned into blessings in disguise. Blessings if one was inclined to do a little swimming, at least. And Hadama might not have been particularly skilled in leg-based combat but he was not about to pass up the opportunity to make a sneak attack on his Queen.
Who was entirely capable of some sneakery of her own, as it turned out. He had not moved far enough away to escape her grasp and before he could make his escape she had latched onto him with all the strength of an octopode grappling its prey. He blinked underwater a few times, bemused and quite still as he tried to decide how to proceed as a young woman pressed her face into his left ribs and threatened to squeeze the air right out of him. It was the reminder that they both needed to breathe air in these shapes that propelled him the short distance up to the surface, tapping her shoulder gently. "I yield," he rumbled, laughter roughening his voice. "Mercy!"
~fin
