His goddess arrived in grace and beauty, and Hadama straightened at her appearance, contentment warming his chest as she smiled at their offerings. But it was her words to him that woke the pride in him, reminding him that for all that they had left undone, they had still gained another foothold on the false island. He tilted his head into her touch, and her approval flowed into him on currents of starlight that soothed the remnants of the battle from his bones. "You gave me the power to stand strong," he rumbled quietly. "Thank you, Safrin."
But they were not here for him today. Nor were they even here for Flora, though he watched the interplay between goddess and queen with eyes that glowed a little with lingering starlight. "Hmm." Came the quiet hum of agreement to Flora's flippancy, though his gaze was warm with tolerant resignation.
But the vial she produced was proof that her actions might yet have been worth the great risk she had taken and the burdens she had placed upon her friends. Hadama studied the blood for a moment only before turning his gaze back to their goddess and inclining his head in support of his co-ruler's words. "We seek a way to keep their warriors at bay. And their feet from our shores."
But they were not here for him today. Nor were they even here for Flora, though he watched the interplay between goddess and queen with eyes that glowed a little with lingering starlight. "Hmm." Came the quiet hum of agreement to Flora's flippancy, though his gaze was warm with tolerant resignation.
But the vial she produced was proof that her actions might yet have been worth the great risk she had taken and the burdens she had placed upon her friends. Hadama studied the blood for a moment only before turning his gaze back to their goddess and inclining his head in support of his co-ruler's words. "We seek a way to keep their warriors at bay. And their feet from our shores."
