Whether the strange demigod who had not even introduced himself thought himself tested or not was entirely in his own head. Nor had Seren's name been mentioned, much less any hopes or other emotions that Hadama held for his dead friend. Of this new youth, he held neither wishes nor hopes. He did not know him well enough for that. All he knew was the words that had been formed in the air so far. The answers that had been given to his questions. And the questions asked in turn, revealing, perhaps, more than the stranger intended.
Enough to begin piecing together a picture of the one who faced him across the snow. But he revealed nothing of what he thought of that picture, giving only the solemn, stoic gaze that all strangers received from him.
"Indeed." A single word, perhaps in response to the first statement. Perhaps to both. But since the young man had not given him an appellation of his own accord, Hadama had a final question for him, expression as calm and still as the Sea around them. "What is your name?" Whether given by Safrin or chosen by the child. His goddess would not find him shirking his duty to her, no matter how difficult the challenge she put before him.
Enough to begin piecing together a picture of the one who faced him across the snow. But he revealed nothing of what he thought of that picture, giving only the solemn, stoic gaze that all strangers received from him.
"Indeed." A single word, perhaps in response to the first statement. Perhaps to both. But since the young man had not given him an appellation of his own accord, Hadama had a final question for him, expression as calm and still as the Sea around them. "What is your name?" Whether given by Safrin or chosen by the child. His goddess would not find him shirking his duty to her, no matter how difficult the challenge she put before him.
