Hadama was willing to try the suggestion for the sake of his quest, but he quickly realized that he had gotten in over his head. It was for the best that he did not mind looking a bit - or more than a bit - foolish as he positioned himself according to Zavien's description. Confident in himself and his own power, his dignity may have mattered a great deal to him, but he trusted the Dragoon to keep his secrets.
And when he tried the recommended course of action, he learned just how bad gravity could make such a simple task.
It was simple survival instinct to sputter and cough out the water that had gone up - down? - his nose, but he cleared his sinuses and stoically pretended not to notice Zavien's laughter. At least until Sol came over to help and Hadama gave a final, small cough. "Thank you," he informed the dragon with grave solemnity before his gaze finally shifted to Zavien, who had mostly stopped laughing for the moment. There was a gleam in his emerald eyes as he gestured to the branch beside him. "Perhaps you could show me how it is done?"
And when he tried the recommended course of action, he learned just how bad gravity could make such a simple task.
It was simple survival instinct to sputter and cough out the water that had gone up - down? - his nose, but he cleared his sinuses and stoically pretended not to notice Zavien's laughter. At least until Sol came over to help and Hadama gave a final, small cough. "Thank you," he informed the dragon with grave solemnity before his gaze finally shifted to Zavien, who had mostly stopped laughing for the moment. There was a gleam in his emerald eyes as he gestured to the branch beside him. "Perhaps you could show me how it is done?"
