Although it was no longer Deepfrost, the waters around Halo remained a frigid obstacle course of brutal temperatures and slow-moving giants in the form of glaciers that would tear the keels off any ship that dared to sail them. Even for a Mer used to the harsh conditions of Svaturis Bay it was no easy passage to make, and Hadama did so in his hippocampus form, as much for its strength as for the water magic it allowed him to wield.
These waters, too, he was patrolling for evidence of Void corruption, though there was far less life here for it to sink its venom into. That did not mean he was complacent in his search however, as he made his way back to Torchline. And even here there were certain perks worth braving the danger for.
For instance, there was no aurora in Torchline.
He had come to the surface, equine head raised above the water to look up at the streamers of color overhead. The stars that shone so fiercely against the black velvet sky. Safrin's touch was unmistakable, her favor painted across the sky in lines of fire and color and light that stole the breath from his gills even as it was reflected back from the star-strewn nightscape of his scales. Here, in the face of so much weight upon his shoulders and flukes, Hadama could finally set his burdens down for a moment and simply bask in his lady's light, renewing his soul and his resolution for the fight to come.
Kaiden
These waters, too, he was patrolling for evidence of Void corruption, though there was far less life here for it to sink its venom into. That did not mean he was complacent in his search however, as he made his way back to Torchline. And even here there were certain perks worth braving the danger for.
For instance, there was no aurora in Torchline.
He had come to the surface, equine head raised above the water to look up at the streamers of color overhead. The stars that shone so fiercely against the black velvet sky. Safrin's touch was unmistakable, her favor painted across the sky in lines of fire and color and light that stole the breath from his gills even as it was reflected back from the star-strewn nightscape of his scales. Here, in the face of so much weight upon his shoulders and flukes, Hadama could finally set his burdens down for a moment and simply bask in his lady's light, renewing his soul and his resolution for the fight to come.
