Safrin had tasked him to spend more time in the greater world outside of Torchline, and to speak to his fellow demigods of light, and Hadama chose the Hollowed Grounds to begin his work. A missive had been sent to Noah , requesting the Sentinel's company if he was free from Halo's ice-locked Deepfrost and able to travel again. It had been far too long since they had last met to simply talk, and the Tidebreaker was grateful to Safrin for providing the impetus to reach out once more.
He swam gracefully through the Oasis in the Glade, clad not in his usual Mer form but in the sleek mass of his hippocampus shift. The night sky shifted and played beneath the darker shades of his scales, points of light and wisps of nebulae sliding over his muscles along his tailed half and down to his flukes. The golden scars that he retained in every form remained, if further recognition were necessary.
His form was currently being utilized to travel along the shoreline, sending gentle sprays of water over rows of freshly-planted seeds a couple dozen feet from the water's edge to encourage them to grow strong enough to resist the Void in the seasons to come.
He swam gracefully through the Oasis in the Glade, clad not in his usual Mer form but in the sleek mass of his hippocampus shift. The night sky shifted and played beneath the darker shades of his scales, points of light and wisps of nebulae sliding over his muscles along his tailed half and down to his flukes. The golden scars that he retained in every form remained, if further recognition were necessary.
His form was currently being utilized to travel along the shoreline, sending gentle sprays of water over rows of freshly-planted seeds a couple dozen feet from the water's edge to encourage them to grow strong enough to resist the Void in the seasons to come.
