Recognizing that there was, perhaps, simply too much noise for Sunjata to have heard his question, Hadama simply inclined his head to the cooking crew a final time and then faded back. Or at least, faded as much as he could when he was the tallest man on the beach today, even if it was not by much. He took another bite of his grilled rhampire kebab and set his bare feet to wandering over the hot sand, ambling until he found a palm tree that had not yet been claimed.
He settled into its shade, surveying the party with solemn contentment. It was a day of fun and food and, so far at least, comparative peace. Not quiet, of course. Torchline parties were never quiet. But no blood appeared to be spilled yet and the food was ample and cooked to perfection while the beer and pina coladas were flowing freely.
Hadama let himself relax, taking the day for what it was and determined to enjoy the party in his own quiet way until someone needed something from either the local King or one of Safrin's demigods.
He settled into its shade, surveying the party with solemn contentment. It was a day of fun and food and, so far at least, comparative peace. Not quiet, of course. Torchline parties were never quiet. But no blood appeared to be spilled yet and the food was ample and cooked to perfection while the beer and pina coladas were flowing freely.
Hadama let himself relax, taking the day for what it was and determined to enjoy the party in his own quiet way until someone needed something from either the local King or one of Safrin's demigods.
