Both young women held echoes of their mother's beauty, and Hadama accepted the playfulness of both with amusement and indulgent humor flavoring his thoughts. It was refreshing to have someone approach him with such a lack of awe for either his crown or his brush with divinity, though if anyone could be expected to overlook the latter it was Safrin's daughters. "I am glad you all came," he murmured, his voice a quiet rumble as he included Jack among their number.
With all of them gathered on the shore of Aumakua he led the way to the lighthouse and then paused beside the pale and gleaming beacon where it reflected the moonlight high above. "Do you want to go up to the altar?" With the whole island acting as shrine, Hadama felt that the altar at the top of the tower was more a tradition than a necessity. But perhaps he was biased, having visited the shrine before legs had become his new normal and often made his offerings on the shore. "Or place them out here, beneath the stars?"
With all of them gathered on the shore of Aumakua he led the way to the lighthouse and then paused beside the pale and gleaming beacon where it reflected the moonlight high above. "Do you want to go up to the altar?" With the whole island acting as shrine, Hadama felt that the altar at the top of the tower was more a tradition than a necessity. But perhaps he was biased, having visited the shrine before legs had become his new normal and often made his offerings on the shore. "Or place them out here, beneath the stars?"
