Safrin had gone, but a King and Queen of Torchline remained. When Hadama straightened from his deep bow to Safrin's departed shadow he drew in a deep breath, renewed, and holding on to the brief silence that she left in her wake before the world began to move around them again. The sound of the tide upon the shore returned, filling the hush, and the cries of distant seabirds carried from the coast, startled from their nightly nests by some disturbance. Only then did he turn his head, and the full weight of his emerald regard settled on Flora.
Thoughtful.
He did not say anything out loud. He did not need to. A steely brow rose in silent question and his head took on its customary tilt. Waiting. Listening. Giving the Doubletake as much time as she needed to gather wits and words to respond to Safrin's suggestion. Though perhaps 'suggestion' was too mild a word.
She was not a goddess used to having her words ignored.
Thoughtful.
He did not say anything out loud. He did not need to. A steely brow rose in silent question and his head took on its customary tilt. Waiting. Listening. Giving the Doubletake as much time as she needed to gather wits and words to respond to Safrin's suggestion. Though perhaps 'suggestion' was too mild a word.
She was not a goddess used to having her words ignored.
