There was an blue picnic blanket with yellow hibiscus flowers spread on the black, glittering sand beneath the tropical sunset, and a small portable grill, low to the ground which Hadama had set up beside it. The coals in the pan had burned down to a bright glow and already a few of the thicker pieces of meat and pineapple were beginning to cook upon it as the Tidebreaker tended them with care.
A brush of something spicy and sweet was dabbed on one. A sprinkle of herbs on another, and then a pinch of salt as he tested the scent of it and contemplated what else could be done.
He had healed himself in the Fountain and cleaned himself up, but it was too hot for much in the way of layers. His star-stitched leather pants were cover enough, and if it left his torso bare to reveal a few new scars across his back and shoulders, not yet inked over in gold? Well. There was no point in hiding them. Not from his co-ruler. Even if she might yet choose to add to the collection herself.
Flora
A brush of something spicy and sweet was dabbed on one. A sprinkle of herbs on another, and then a pinch of salt as he tested the scent of it and contemplated what else could be done.
He had healed himself in the Fountain and cleaned himself up, but it was too hot for much in the way of layers. His star-stitched leather pants were cover enough, and if it left his torso bare to reveal a few new scars across his back and shoulders, not yet inked over in gold? Well. There was no point in hiding them. Not from his co-ruler. Even if she might yet choose to add to the collection herself.
Flora
