The guards ran.
And Hadama came, stepping through moonlight from the cool depths of the Court of Stars to the burning sand of the coast in bare feet and bare chest, brown and gold and silver in the sun. His armor remained coiled demurely around his bicep and his arms rested at his sides, relaxed and still as he studied the face of the man who had sent his guards fleeing.
It was a face that was oddly familiar, as though he had seen it in the past. He matched the description that Deimos had given the demigod at their last meeting, and Hadama contemplated him for a few seconds more before inclining his head with stoic courtesy and the respect due to a fellow leader.
Or a powerful enemy.
"Dorian." A pause as he raised his head to meet the Head of the Family's gaze, unflinching and outwardly calm as his voice rumbled into the unnatural stillness. "I am listening."
And Hadama came, stepping through moonlight from the cool depths of the Court of Stars to the burning sand of the coast in bare feet and bare chest, brown and gold and silver in the sun. His armor remained coiled demurely around his bicep and his arms rested at his sides, relaxed and still as he studied the face of the man who had sent his guards fleeing.
It was a face that was oddly familiar, as though he had seen it in the past. He matched the description that Deimos had given the demigod at their last meeting, and Hadama contemplated him for a few seconds more before inclining his head with stoic courtesy and the respect due to a fellow leader.
Or a powerful enemy.
"Dorian." A pause as he raised his head to meet the Head of the Family's gaze, unflinching and outwardly calm as his voice rumbled into the unnatural stillness. "I am listening."
