"Mm. It is nice to meet you, Kaisel Ashborn." He inclined his head in acknowledgment of the ritual of greeting, though interest sparked in emerald eyes at the mention of being a Dragoon.
First, however, he could not help but to allow himself a brief moment of mischief among the shadows that gathered around him in such profusion these days. A gentle teasing that passed over the head of the earnest young man with all the grace of a cygnata and left Hadama momentarily bemused and silent.
That was who he was reminded of when he looked at this stranger.
Accepting a cluster of grapes, he plucked one and ate it thoughtfully, enjoying the flavorful burst of juice from it. "Sea grapes are succulent, not sweet. They are much smaller than these." He was long-used to such questions, even from native Torchers. It had not been all that many years that the Mer and the humans had been in alliance, after all. Only since he had taken the crown on the eve of the war with the Voice.
Still, some questions were more... oblivious... than others. "Indeed," he answered, his tone quietly solemn to match his expression, though there was a spark of something suspiciously like subdued mischief in his eyes. "Have you ever visited Torchline?"
First, however, he could not help but to allow himself a brief moment of mischief among the shadows that gathered around him in such profusion these days. A gentle teasing that passed over the head of the earnest young man with all the grace of a cygnata and left Hadama momentarily bemused and silent.
That was who he was reminded of when he looked at this stranger.
Accepting a cluster of grapes, he plucked one and ate it thoughtfully, enjoying the flavorful burst of juice from it. "Sea grapes are succulent, not sweet. They are much smaller than these." He was long-used to such questions, even from native Torchers. It had not been all that many years that the Mer and the humans had been in alliance, after all. Only since he had taken the crown on the eve of the war with the Voice.
Still, some questions were more... oblivious... than others. "Indeed," he answered, his tone quietly solemn to match his expression, though there was a spark of something suspiciously like subdued mischief in his eyes. "Have you ever visited Torchline?"
