He met the stingray's eye with calm resolution, offering no hostility but neither did he relinquish even an inch of ocean to the upstart. Golden scars crossed the hide of his shifted form as well, and for all that he was a gentle giant, it did not mean he was defenseless. He moved with slow and solemn grace once the other ray descended back to its feeding, remained in his manta form a few minutes longer. He swam a long, slow curve through the area to dissuade further displays of bravado from the stingray or any other predators nearby before returning to his smaller Mer form.
Then he took up his shells once more, the basket balanced upon his fingertips before he slid it more firmly onto his arm. The glowing bounty within was carefully dropped a few feet above the sea floor, falling gently to the sand as he returned to his route. It was not a straight line; he laid the shells around the outside of reefs and the castles of crustaceans, moving with the flow of the seafloor and the life upon it. Now, however, he kept warier eye out for further disruptions to his task.
Hadama makes sure no one else is inclined to cause trouble there, then shifts back to Mer and continues laying shells. This time he's keeping a better eye out for interruptions!
Then he took up his shells once more, the basket balanced upon his fingertips before he slid it more firmly onto his arm. The glowing bounty within was carefully dropped a few feet above the sea floor, falling gently to the sand as he returned to his route. It was not a straight line; he laid the shells around the outside of reefs and the castles of crustaceans, moving with the flow of the seafloor and the life upon it. Now, however, he kept warier eye out for further disruptions to his task.
Hadama makes sure no one else is inclined to cause trouble there, then shifts back to Mer and continues laying shells. This time he's keeping a better eye out for interruptions!
