Hadama followed Remi as the sun sank into the west and the stars began to peek out from behind the thinning veil of light high above. He listened attentively and then studied the board as it was placed between them on the sand. He settled cross-legged on the other side of it from his fellow demigod, his eyes on the shells that were placed at the center. Though the game was unfamiliar, the demonstration that accompanied the explanation was easy to follow and he nodded slowly in understanding. "I believe so," he agreed.
Reaching for the white shells that had been shaken out beside them, he lifted one and considered it thoughtfully before returning his gaze to the board. He did not make a move rashly, even as the torches along the coast flared to life and cast a cheerful glow over the game, but eventually he set the shell down gently in parallel to Remi's move. Then he flipped the sandwiched black shell over, replacing it with a white one. "Like this?" he asked, seeking confirmation from his teacher before he removed his hand from the board.
Reaching for the white shells that had been shaken out beside them, he lifted one and considered it thoughtfully before returning his gaze to the board. He did not make a move rashly, even as the torches along the coast flared to life and cast a cheerful glow over the game, but eventually he set the shell down gently in parallel to Remi's move. Then he flipped the sandwiched black shell over, replacing it with a white one. "Like this?" he asked, seeking confirmation from his teacher before he removed his hand from the board.
