A child of Safrin, Hadama knew him as, but not the moonblessed optimism of Seren nor the dazzling light of Nova. Not even the smoldering sunset fire of Calypso. The mermanta studied the lines of the young man's face, the easy confidence with which he held himself, his quiet efficiency, so different from his sisters. Even sun-drenched in the morning light there was a sense of shadow about him, and the Tidebreaker considered Safrin's son and found reassurance in what he saw.
"I am glad," he murmured at the news of Vesper's family, quietly relieved to hear an indication of Nova's recovery beyond her public appearances. And if he was surprised at the small talk in return he did not show it, only inclining his head in gratitude for the young man's interest. "My parents are well, thank you. And my sister is... hmm. Not as rowdy as your own. But a bard is never far from trouble." That was where the stories were, after all. The inspiration for her songs and tales.
But it was not Hadama's intention to keep the young man from whatever task had brought him out to the Isles today. He took a slow breath of salt-laden air, settling the currents of his thoughts before he spoke again. "I would speak with you, Vesper Marin. On a task from Safrin." And because this was Torchline and not even Kings were above the region's traditions: "In exchange for your time, if I can speed your travel today I will do so."
"I am glad," he murmured at the news of Vesper's family, quietly relieved to hear an indication of Nova's recovery beyond her public appearances. And if he was surprised at the small talk in return he did not show it, only inclining his head in gratitude for the young man's interest. "My parents are well, thank you. And my sister is... hmm. Not as rowdy as your own. But a bard is never far from trouble." That was where the stories were, after all. The inspiration for her songs and tales.
But it was not Hadama's intention to keep the young man from whatever task had brought him out to the Isles today. He took a slow breath of salt-laden air, settling the currents of his thoughts before he spoke again. "I would speak with you, Vesper Marin. On a task from Safrin." And because this was Torchline and not even Kings were above the region's traditions: "In exchange for your time, if I can speed your travel today I will do so."
