The voice that carried on the sea breeze drew Hadama from his meditations and he looked towards Flora with a slow smile of welcome spreading over his face. She was back in style, he noted, wearing her fashionable clothing and accessories like armor and looking ready to face the world again. It warmed him as much as the sun, and he shifted with slow grace to pick up his trident and rise to his feet.
"I am honored to be the exception," he assured her, emerald eyes glinting with humor. "But it is my armor that needs to be... punched." He tilted his head at the feather-shaped daggers at her thighs. "Or stabbed. A physical test, Safrin said." He spun his trident once, a slow circle between his hands before settling into a defensive crouch. He tilted his head at his co-ruler, a challenge and an invitation that might have looked more serious if Flora had not known him well enough to see the mischief crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Do you have a preference?"
"I am honored to be the exception," he assured her, emerald eyes glinting with humor. "But it is my armor that needs to be... punched." He tilted his head at the feather-shaped daggers at her thighs. "Or stabbed. A physical test, Safrin said." He spun his trident once, a slow circle between his hands before settling into a defensive crouch. He tilted his head at his co-ruler, a challenge and an invitation that might have looked more serious if Flora had not known him well enough to see the mischief crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Do you have a preference?"
