Torchline nights may have been warm compared to other regions, but for the locals the Leafchange bite in the air was decidedly brisk. Even Torchline's King, who was normally the region's biggest proponent of the right to bare arms, wore a light sweater in concession to the cool wind coming off the sea. He made his careful way across the narrow bridge that connected Aumakua to the mainland, offering in hand, along with the others who had agreed to join in the task given to them by Safrin.
"Nova, it is good to see you again," he had rumbled to the bubbly young woman who had helped him clean up the Observatory shrine in the Greatwood. Emerald eyes gleamed with hidden indulgence for Safrin's bright and vivacious daughter.
To Calypso he had inclined his head deeply in a partial bow of greeting. He recognized her from Safrin's vision, though he had only seen her at a distance until now. "It is an honor to meet you," he murmured to the second of his goddess's triplets.
Jack had received a simple, cordial nod; the captain had not been mentioned in Vox's broadcast, and Hadama was unaware of his involvement in the Greatwood incident. He was, however, familiar by now with the man's spiky exterior, and saw no need to poke at him unnecessarily, any more than he would disturb a spiny sea urchin without cause.
The island spread out before them, the lighthouse at its center rising pale and gleaming in the starlight. The black sand around it glittered in echo of the sky above as Hadama stepped onto it, bare feet sinking slightly into the cool grains as he made way for the others to join him on the sacred shore.
"Nova, it is good to see you again," he had rumbled to the bubbly young woman who had helped him clean up the Observatory shrine in the Greatwood. Emerald eyes gleamed with hidden indulgence for Safrin's bright and vivacious daughter.
To Calypso he had inclined his head deeply in a partial bow of greeting. He recognized her from Safrin's vision, though he had only seen her at a distance until now. "It is an honor to meet you," he murmured to the second of his goddess's triplets.
Jack had received a simple, cordial nod; the captain had not been mentioned in Vox's broadcast, and Hadama was unaware of his involvement in the Greatwood incident. He was, however, familiar by now with the man's spiky exterior, and saw no need to poke at him unnecessarily, any more than he would disturb a spiny sea urchin without cause.
The island spread out before them, the lighthouse at its center rising pale and gleaming in the starlight. The black sand around it glittered in echo of the sky above as Hadama stepped onto it, bare feet sinking slightly into the cool grains as he made way for the others to join him on the sacred shore.
