Spice would soon spy a familiar figure approaching the bar. The Tidebreaker was no stranger to the Hanged Man. He ducked his head beneath the lintel of the door with the ease of long practice and stepped into the dimmer light within. Demigod he might be, but the Flowerbirth humidity was not kind to his hair and so today it was tightly braided back, casting his serene features into harsher lines than usual.
Though perhaps the grief of multiple losses over LongNight had their part to play in that as well.
Seeing Deimos and Flora already arrived, Hadama nodded to both and made his way over to them. He took a chair at the table the Sword had chosen and settled gingerly into it before speaking. "Flora," he murmured in quiet greeting to his co-ruler, offering a ghost of what might have been a smile for her in spite of the dark tidings the new year had brought. The corners of his crinkled subtly before the brief light faded and he turned to the Warden with more solemnity. "Deimos. How is your family?" Were Evie and Erebos unscathed in the wake of so many other tragedies?
Though perhaps the grief of multiple losses over LongNight had their part to play in that as well.
Seeing Deimos and Flora already arrived, Hadama nodded to both and made his way over to them. He took a chair at the table the Sword had chosen and settled gingerly into it before speaking. "Flora," he murmured in quiet greeting to his co-ruler, offering a ghost of what might have been a smile for her in spite of the dark tidings the new year had brought. The corners of his crinkled subtly before the brief light faded and he turned to the Warden with more solemnity. "Deimos. How is your family?" Were Evie and Erebos unscathed in the wake of so many other tragedies?
