Few surface dwellers had ever seen the sea shrine. Attuned or demigods with aquatic shifts were the only ones Hadama knew of for certain, though the shrine was as open to them as it was to the Mer. Still, Noah's gratitude and his understanding were both welcome, and Hadama inclined his head at his friend. Words were not always needed between them, and it was times like this that made the Tidebreaker feel closest to his fellow demigod of life.
Nothing would interrupt the Halovian's prayers while Hadama swam guard, cutting a slow, unobtrusive perimeter through the water a short distance from the altar stone. Near enough to remain in view, but far enough away to grant Noah privacy for his communion with the gods. He was, as ever, patient and unhurried and willing to give his friend as much time as was desired for divine contemplation. They had no looming deadlines today; only the passing sun far above and those who awaited their eventual return, both on shore and in the sea.
Nothing would interrupt the Halovian's prayers while Hadama swam guard, cutting a slow, unobtrusive perimeter through the water a short distance from the altar stone. Near enough to remain in view, but far enough away to grant Noah privacy for his communion with the gods. He was, as ever, patient and unhurried and willing to give his friend as much time as was desired for divine contemplation. They had no looming deadlines today; only the passing sun far above and those who awaited their eventual return, both on shore and in the sea.
