Hadama, likewise, moved far enough back so that Noe could make her ablutions in peace. He turned his gaze to the flowers that bloomed in the mildest of Hak Etme's seasons, gaze running over the arch of giant ribs and the softened curve of massive skulls that had once been ancient behemoths. Some of them were almost familiar, an echo of the great lords of the deepest seas, half myth and half rumor, though what they were doing in a desert he could not guess.
He turned back when he heard Noe's voice, but the ground shifted under him and he tightened his grip on his trident. The sense of being watched was back, eerily reminiscent of that day on the beach with Flora. The aftermath of the fight in Halo. He slid his feet cautiously through the sand and dipped his trident's tines to stir a path through the shifting grains but already the feeling was subsiding.
A faint frown drew his steely brows together as he looked around rather than at Noe, alert and wary of further threat. "Did you feel that?"
He turned back when he heard Noe's voice, but the ground shifted under him and he tightened his grip on his trident. The sense of being watched was back, eerily reminiscent of that day on the beach with Flora. The aftermath of the fight in Halo. He slid his feet cautiously through the sand and dipped his trident's tines to stir a path through the shifting grains but already the feeling was subsiding.
A faint frown drew his steely brows together as he looked around rather than at Noe, alert and wary of further threat. "Did you feel that?"
