Although Hadama may have made the task look easy, it was assuredly not. Even the demigod's great strength was taxed to hold the weapon out as he did, the muscles of his forearm bunched and taut beneath his gold-scarred skin, the veins in clear relief. Nevertheless, he held his trident without a tremble and his face remained serene if focused as he watched the armlet where it wavered beneath the surface of the pool, catching the light of the sun above and tempering in the heat of the water around it.
But he was a man of several talents, and he could listen just as intently to Noe as she spoke of her life and her plans. And of Jude, a young man in need of a home and a harbor. A harbor he had always thought was in Torchline. Hearing that he had moved to Stormbreak without a word...
His expression didn't change, but he thought of another young woman who had once called Harper's son her best friend. "Mmn." And whether he believed Noe's claim or not, he accepted her words without argument, only thoughtful curiosity. "Would you follow him to another region if he moves again?"
But he was a man of several talents, and he could listen just as intently to Noe as she spoke of her life and her plans. And of Jude, a young man in need of a home and a harbor. A harbor he had always thought was in Torchline. Hearing that he had moved to Stormbreak without a word...
His expression didn't change, but he thought of another young woman who had once called Harper's son her best friend. "Mmn." And whether he believed Noe's claim or not, he accepted her words without argument, only thoughtful curiosity. "Would you follow him to another region if he moves again?"
