"What are you looking for, Remi Taliesin?" The voice that carried from the waves was low and deep and curious as the evening tide washed in a mermanta towards the shore. Hadama gathered his tail underneath him as he beached himself into the shallows, and a moment later he stood upon a pair of trouser-clad legs. The Leafchange sea breeze was far from warm this time of day - the very tail end of it, as the sun retired and the stars waited eagerly to peek out from behind the wisps of cloud that glowed red and golden high above - but the King bore the cool air stoically as ever.
He finished leaving the water to head onto the dry sand, approaching Mort's demigod with an inclination of his head in greeting. "It is good to see you again." Especially without the immediate threat of a Void monster or infected flower to interrupt their chance meeting!
He finished leaving the water to head onto the dry sand, approaching Mort's demigod with an inclination of his head in greeting. "It is good to see you again." Especially without the immediate threat of a Void monster or infected flower to interrupt their chance meeting!
