A gust of wind from the side caught his braid and tugged it, and Hadama planted his feet more firmly against its pressure. A bird flying below them cried out, a mournful call as it circled through the mist, appearing and disappearing like a spirit, and the Merking let silence fall between them as Sohalia digested his words. Emerald eyes lifted to scan the horizon, seeking the tell-tale line of blue in the distance that was the sea until she was ready to speak.
He listened solemnly to her conclusions and questions, and in the end he gave a slow nod. "Indeed." A single rumbling answer to all of her many questions before he turned to look at her, his gaze gentle. "A history does not have to be a bad thing. Not if it shows that you can disagree and still remain friends." He paused then, considering the young Luminary, and there may have been a glint of good humor in his eyes. "It sounds like you have someone in mind...?"
He listened solemnly to her conclusions and questions, and in the end he gave a slow nod. "Indeed." A single rumbling answer to all of her many questions before he turned to look at her, his gaze gentle. "A history does not have to be a bad thing. Not if it shows that you can disagree and still remain friends." He paused then, considering the young Luminary, and there may have been a glint of good humor in his eyes. "It sounds like you have someone in mind...?"
