An image came to mind at the name. A bright and eager young man, cocksure and earnest as he sparred with the Tidebreaker. An impatient and insistent foreign guardsman, demanding access to one of Hadama's citizens, far outside of his jurisdiction in more ways than one.
A well-meaning heart, but an untempered one. Reckless. Stubborn.
But willing to learn.
The bird called out, a mournful cry into the mist, then folded its wings and dove from view as it disappeared into the softly swirling fluff that masked the Mistbanks far below. Hadama did not turn his head to watch it go, though he listened to the fading echo of its voice before it, too, faded as it it had never been.
"Indeed," he rumbled, a quiet agreement to Sohalia's decision, almost gentle as he continued to watch the past - and hopefully future - Heart of Stormbreak. "When was the last time you spoke with him?" And on what terms had they parted?
A well-meaning heart, but an untempered one. Reckless. Stubborn.
But willing to learn.
The bird called out, a mournful cry into the mist, then folded its wings and dove from view as it disappeared into the softly swirling fluff that masked the Mistbanks far below. Hadama did not turn his head to watch it go, though he listened to the fading echo of its voice before it, too, faded as it it had never been.
"Indeed," he rumbled, a quiet agreement to Sohalia's decision, almost gentle as he continued to watch the past - and hopefully future - Heart of Stormbreak. "When was the last time you spoke with him?" And on what terms had they parted?
