Hadama had arrived in the simple but well-made clothing that he had worn to lunch with the ladies. A simple wrap shirt with spacious sleeves was belted at his waist over black leather trousers with hand-stitched silver stars. He had a pouch at his side with flint and steel, a few snacks, and a heavy knife. On his back he bore a well-padded box, identical to the one that he had once used to transport Cursed Daisies back to Torchline for the creation of its Barriors against the Void - though today he hoped it would be filled with something far more precious and blessed.
He walked with slow strides that nevertheless stretched wide to eat up the ground, his boots ghosting lightly over the damp, springy ground in spite of his muscular bulk. As he so often did, he used his coral-and-gold trident like a walking staff, the starlight tines pointed to the sky and the butt a steady presence on the ground beside him.
He looked around at the familiar Woods, remembering his last visit there with Noah, perhaps, before turning back to Maea and inclining his head in thought. "Mmh. We might cover more ground if those that can fly search from the air, instead," he offered eventually. He knew that Maea had wings, and he turned to cock his head at Thalassa in curiosity to learn if she did as well.
Hadama arrives fully clothed and with a small pack, as well as a large box worn as a backpack. He has everything on his profile, and is using his trident as a walking stick.
He suggests that those with wings search from above to get a wider view of the area.
He walked with slow strides that nevertheless stretched wide to eat up the ground, his boots ghosting lightly over the damp, springy ground in spite of his muscular bulk. As he so often did, he used his coral-and-gold trident like a walking staff, the starlight tines pointed to the sky and the butt a steady presence on the ground beside him.
He looked around at the familiar Woods, remembering his last visit there with Noah, perhaps, before turning back to Maea and inclining his head in thought. "Mmh. We might cover more ground if those that can fly search from the air, instead," he offered eventually. He knew that Maea had wings, and he turned to cock his head at Thalassa in curiosity to learn if she did as well.
Hadama arrives fully clothed and with a small pack, as well as a large box worn as a backpack. He has everything on his profile, and is using his trident as a walking stick.
He suggests that those with wings search from above to get a wider view of the area.
