Hadama had his own feelings about Torchline being 'chosen' to host this event, but as was so often the case he kept them to himself, deep beneath the still waters of his control. He came not from the sea for once, but from the Court - a flask of his own in hand, courtesy of the Healing Fountain there. For once the King who was usually so allergic to shirts came well-covered: simple black swim trunks edged in gold beneath a yukata-like pool coverup that draped to mid-calf and halfway to his wrists. The black fabric was lightweight and glittered with golden stars, and he had it belted loosely closed, though it hung with the weight of several objects in its pockets.
His jewelry was in full effect today as well. The silver armlet bound his bicep, complemented by several rings on his fingers and the emeralds in his ears. A hair ornament of a crescent moon design, also in silver, bound back his hair. He stepped lightly across the sand, nodding to those gathered already as he took in the... setup.
Solemn inclinations of his head greeted Ronin, Noah, and Deimos, along with a whisper of quiet, wordless welcome in the Attuned bond. To Jack and Melita he could only nod, respecting their choice of distance. Then he came up beside Flora and paused, taking her hand and offering a squeeze of solidarity that quite disregarded her desire to stand solitary against the threat. For her there was a ghost of a smile, a small flicker of one corner of his mouth lifting in wry acknowledgment of the day's likelihood of going to hell. "As always, my co-ruler, you slay," he murmured for her ears alone.
And then he was moving past, graceful and unhurried as he headed straight for their... host. On Torchline's shore. In his region.
"You are Pierce?" It was a question, rumbled courteously as Hadama stopped before the man in the crop top. And this time his expression held nothing but stoic neutrality as he waited for confirmation or denial of his query.
His jewelry was in full effect today as well. The silver armlet bound his bicep, complemented by several rings on his fingers and the emeralds in his ears. A hair ornament of a crescent moon design, also in silver, bound back his hair. He stepped lightly across the sand, nodding to those gathered already as he took in the... setup.
Solemn inclinations of his head greeted Ronin, Noah, and Deimos, along with a whisper of quiet, wordless welcome in the Attuned bond. To Jack and Melita he could only nod, respecting their choice of distance. Then he came up beside Flora and paused, taking her hand and offering a squeeze of solidarity that quite disregarded her desire to stand solitary against the threat. For her there was a ghost of a smile, a small flicker of one corner of his mouth lifting in wry acknowledgment of the day's likelihood of going to hell. "As always, my co-ruler, you slay," he murmured for her ears alone.
And then he was moving past, graceful and unhurried as he headed straight for their... host. On Torchline's shore. In his region.
"You are Pierce?" It was a question, rumbled courteously as Hadama stopped before the man in the crop top. And this time his expression held nothing but stoic neutrality as he waited for confirmation or denial of his query.
