"I do not think they are as common among the Mer," the Tidebreaker admitted, looking at the shells that Remi had gathered curiously. Emerald eyes lifted at the phrasing of the explanation, a gleam of wry humor in them. He tilted his head in acknowledgment and turned his attention to the beach to help his fellow demigod search.
"I have been... well." The answer held a pause of consideration as if he needed to be sure of the word before he used it. "Torchline has been quiet. And it has given me time to see old friends." The look he tilted at Mort's demigod was quiet but warm, including the Bastion among that number should he care to be counted. "And to appreciate the time that I have with them." Before the next big upheaval, whenever and however it would come.
"Here--" He bent to sift through the sand, rising with a black shell with gentle ridges that he handed over to his companion. "Would you teach me this game, sometime?"
"I have been... well." The answer held a pause of consideration as if he needed to be sure of the word before he used it. "Torchline has been quiet. And it has given me time to see old friends." The look he tilted at Mort's demigod was quiet but warm, including the Bastion among that number should he care to be counted. "And to appreciate the time that I have with them." Before the next big upheaval, whenever and however it would come.
"Here--" He bent to sift through the sand, rising with a black shell with gentle ridges that he handed over to his companion. "Would you teach me this game, sometime?"
