A pulse of warmth through the bond returned Kaiden's greeting, though Hadama kept his head tilted up to the stars above a few moments longer. When he finally tore his gaze away from the aurora he seemed more at peace than the last time the mershark had seen him, his calm demeanor less tired and more truly serene.
Kaiden, he greeted with a bob of his equine head. Tracking the spread of the Void. And returning home. He gave a small toss of his nose towards the sky. But it is good to see this sight. A reminder of Safrin's grace. A flicker of something fey came into his eyes then, a whisper in the bond of fey mischief and a determination as steady as the tide. As the phases of the moon in the sky, and the surety of sunrise. I am no poet. But it is... inspiring.
He extended the pulse of his water magic to warm the ocean around them. Not to tropical temperature, but so something a little more comfortable for both southern-born Mer while they were not swimming. Are you familiar with poetry?
Kaiden, he greeted with a bob of his equine head. Tracking the spread of the Void. And returning home. He gave a small toss of his nose towards the sky. But it is good to see this sight. A reminder of Safrin's grace. A flicker of something fey came into his eyes then, a whisper in the bond of fey mischief and a determination as steady as the tide. As the phases of the moon in the sky, and the surety of sunrise. I am no poet. But it is... inspiring.
He extended the pulse of his water magic to warm the ocean around them. Not to tropical temperature, but so something a little more comfortable for both southern-born Mer while they were not swimming. Are you familiar with poetry?
