Enjoying his time spent learning a new game with the Lullaby, Hadama was also in no great hurry. A faint sense of quiet pleasure whispered through the Attuned Bond at the assurance that he had made the play correctly, and he met Remi's smile with bright eyes that crinkled at the corners before he watched the other man's next move.
He continued to place his shells cautiously, sometimes mirroring his teacher's moves, other times trying a new line. Unsurprisingly, perhaps, his play style tended towards the defensive and the white shells on the board lagged well behind the black ones, though he seemed to be enjoying the game itself more than how well he was doing at it. "I prefer those games as well." A comfortable admission, from a man who did not have much time for games anymore. It made this chance encounter all the more appreciated, and he played to the best of his novice ability.
Though he paused in lifting a shell, his gaze resting on the board a long moment before he raised it to meet seaglass green eyes. "Earlier this year," he began, slowly and with the care of a man who held his grief deep and out of sight. "Ray Lunarium spoke to you. Through you. About the Lily in the wand." He paused again before continuing in a voice that was quiet with the scars of old loss that bound his throat. "Have you... heard from her since?"
He continued to place his shells cautiously, sometimes mirroring his teacher's moves, other times trying a new line. Unsurprisingly, perhaps, his play style tended towards the defensive and the white shells on the board lagged well behind the black ones, though he seemed to be enjoying the game itself more than how well he was doing at it. "I prefer those games as well." A comfortable admission, from a man who did not have much time for games anymore. It made this chance encounter all the more appreciated, and he played to the best of his novice ability.
Though he paused in lifting a shell, his gaze resting on the board a long moment before he raised it to meet seaglass green eyes. "Earlier this year," he began, slowly and with the care of a man who held his grief deep and out of sight. "Ray Lunarium spoke to you. Through you. About the Lily in the wand." He paused again before continuing in a voice that was quiet with the scars of old loss that bound his throat. "Have you... heard from her since?"
