The stars that swirled into words were, in fact, something of a subtle hint as to the young man's origins. The answer that followed Hadama's question, given the stranger's age, only cemented his initial conclusion, and he inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment of it. The muffling layers made it more difficult to read his subdued responses, but his gaze did not leave the young demigod's starry regard as they stood upon the ice and watched each other in the silence of the Halovian night. The beauty and peace of it had been shattered, however softly, by the arrival of the stranger and all that he represented, and the Tidebreaker allowed himself a moment to come to terms with that far smaller loss before focusing on the nameless man who faced him across the snow.
Hadama knew, perhaps better than most, that while some were created by the goddess's hand for love alone, others were called upon for a reason. A specific duty. A need, or a lack in her plan that required the perfect piece to fill it. "Do you know your purpose?" A quiet question, softly spoken for all the weight that the deep rumble of his voice held.
Hadama knew, perhaps better than most, that while some were created by the goddess's hand for love alone, others were called upon for a reason. A specific duty. A need, or a lack in her plan that required the perfect piece to fill it. "Do you know your purpose?" A quiet question, softly spoken for all the weight that the deep rumble of his voice held.
