It was not an exact translation, but it was not too far off considering it came from the depths of lost memory and had to pass through a forgotten language into her current one. Hadama opened one eye partially to watch her as he held the melody steady in his sonorous hum, taking in the peace in her expression with a quiet contentment of his own. Even when they both faded their last notes to silence and only the crackle of the fire broke the peace of the air the camaraderie remained.
He felt as much as heard when she looked up at him, the warmth of her gaze as welcome as the fire's blaze against his skin. He tilted his head to meet her gaze and the corners of his mouth lifted in the ghost of a smile before he dipped his head in appreciation of her compliment. "Thank you. You sing beautifully as well." And though it was rare for him to speak of his personal life to any above the waves who did not already know it, Thalassa was an exception in so many ways. He looked back to the fire, gaze a little distant as he stared into its heart. "My father was a historian of the previous Court, under King Maru. He sang the histories of our people. A reminder of where we came from. Of the mistakes we had made before, so we would not make them again." He looked back to the captain, his smile remaining with no evidence of sorrow. "He is retired now. Mostly." Which did not stop him from advising the new King - in spite of, or perhaps because of, the filial ties between them.
He felt as much as heard when she looked up at him, the warmth of her gaze as welcome as the fire's blaze against his skin. He tilted his head to meet her gaze and the corners of his mouth lifted in the ghost of a smile before he dipped his head in appreciation of her compliment. "Thank you. You sing beautifully as well." And though it was rare for him to speak of his personal life to any above the waves who did not already know it, Thalassa was an exception in so many ways. He looked back to the fire, gaze a little distant as he stared into its heart. "My father was a historian of the previous Court, under King Maru. He sang the histories of our people. A reminder of where we came from. Of the mistakes we had made before, so we would not make them again." He looked back to the captain, his smile remaining with no evidence of sorrow. "He is retired now. Mostly." Which did not stop him from advising the new King - in spite of, or perhaps because of, the filial ties between them.
