He had his own reasons for moving through the Hollowed Grounds on the business of a demigod rather than a ruler. Seeking out the sickly violet tinge to its flowers and beasts and identifying where and how far the corruption had spread, Hadama traveled amidst the islands that the region had become. He was swifter in his Mer form and, in truth, simply more comfortable. Beneath the bright moon and twinkling stars he dove deep to ascertain the health of the waters and rose to swim along the surface, studying the shorelines with thoughtful eyes until he came to the Bone Bridges.
And in the starlight, caught sight of an unexpected if familiar silhouette against the night. He dove to cross the distance with the ripple of wide wings that bore galaxies within their span, rising once more once he was within comfortable speaking distance. "Deimos. Good evening." He swam closer at a more sedate pace, emerald eyes seeking the beauty of the armor currently floating in the water. A strange activity to find anyone engaged in... unless a god was involved. This was Caido, after all.
Neverthless, he tilted his head at the leviathan scale in silent inquiry rather than assuming. Out loud, he asked: "How are you? And your family?"
And in the starlight, caught sight of an unexpected if familiar silhouette against the night. He dove to cross the distance with the ripple of wide wings that bore galaxies within their span, rising once more once he was within comfortable speaking distance. "Deimos. Good evening." He swam closer at a more sedate pace, emerald eyes seeking the beauty of the armor currently floating in the water. A strange activity to find anyone engaged in... unless a god was involved. This was Caido, after all.
Neverthless, he tilted his head at the leviathan scale in silent inquiry rather than assuming. Out loud, he asked: "How are you? And your family?"
