"Indeed," he assured her, his voice quiet but sincere. It was a blessing, and one he had agreed to before Safrin shared her light with him. He had given his magic up knowingly, and though he did not feel the same without it, having access to it in any form was a gift he was grateful for.
But of more festive interest was the book that Elizabeth had mentioned. There was not much reading done under the sea, and Hadama had little reason to pursue landwalker tales in his youth, but he was a quiet man and a listener, and one could not help but overhear certain topics. He listened with quiet gravitas to his friend's interpretation of the book, emerald eyes twinkling with mischief. "Mmh. A good description of the 'bad' boy's redemption arc." A bland agreement, and one he was content to leave there without further comment on either the steamy tale or Elizabeth's blush.
He took up his position once more with the bells at the window, politely not pressing the issue of how reluctant his friend suddenly seemed to be to look at him. He turned his gaze outside instead as he held up the string of bells, watching the snow falling softly from the cloudy sky. "We are rarely troubled by spirits," he confirmed, though he tilted his head to the side in thought. "But the bells would be welcome at the Court of Stars. Thank you."
But of more festive interest was the book that Elizabeth had mentioned. There was not much reading done under the sea, and Hadama had little reason to pursue landwalker tales in his youth, but he was a quiet man and a listener, and one could not help but overhear certain topics. He listened with quiet gravitas to his friend's interpretation of the book, emerald eyes twinkling with mischief. "Mmh. A good description of the 'bad' boy's redemption arc." A bland agreement, and one he was content to leave there without further comment on either the steamy tale or Elizabeth's blush.
He took up his position once more with the bells at the window, politely not pressing the issue of how reluctant his friend suddenly seemed to be to look at him. He turned his gaze outside instead as he held up the string of bells, watching the snow falling softly from the cloudy sky. "We are rarely troubled by spirits," he confirmed, though he tilted his head to the side in thought. "But the bells would be welcome at the Court of Stars. Thank you."
