"Be welcome, Liam," Hadama murmured, his voice quiet but deep enough to carry even through the increasing noise of the party behind them. Warm eyes were turned on both of those who called the Greatwood home, the mermanta turning his attention away from his soon-to-be-exiled co-ruler and to friends closer to hand.
Seeing Maea with not one but two drinks in hand a steely brow quirked up and then went higher as she double-fisted the drinks. A small, slow smile broke his stoic countenance and he inclined his head in acknowledgment of her intention to party like it was 299PC. "Impressive," he rumbled, turning his attention to Liam with a gleam of challenge - and was that mischief? - in his gaze. "I believe we have some catching up to do." And never mind that Hadama's own glass was already half-empty.
Or still half-full, depending on your point of view.
Seeing Maea with not one but two drinks in hand a steely brow quirked up and then went higher as she double-fisted the drinks. A small, slow smile broke his stoic countenance and he inclined his head in acknowledgment of her intention to party like it was 299PC. "Impressive," he rumbled, turning his attention to Liam with a gleam of challenge - and was that mischief? - in his gaze. "I believe we have some catching up to do." And never mind that Hadama's own glass was already half-empty.
Or still half-full, depending on your point of view.
