Hadama had not expected to be in an eel-measuring contest today, but he was quietly glad that it had ended without violence. It was a creature he would warn his guard to keep an eye on in the future; not hostile, but not entirely a normal denizen of the Arclight. Perhaps Metacarpel Island's influence had affected it... But it was left behind as Hadama regained his more comfortable Mer-shape and continued to swim around the perimeter of Torchline's second most notorious island.
The water was cool at the depths he moved at, and the colors of the shells were faded and difficult to ascertain. Still, he did his best to vary their rainbow hues as he swam along the sea floor. Each shell was placed with care for its environment: where it would be least likely to impede future coral growth and also least likely to catch the eye of something that might try to move it. Ideally, each one would blend with the natural flora and fauna around it to create a pleasing whole, neither deliberately hidden nor particularly out of place amid the sandbars and corals he moved into.
Hadama keeps on keepin' on, focusing on *aesthetic* placement of each shell!
The water was cool at the depths he moved at, and the colors of the shells were faded and difficult to ascertain. Still, he did his best to vary their rainbow hues as he swam along the sea floor. Each shell was placed with care for its environment: where it would be least likely to impede future coral growth and also least likely to catch the eye of something that might try to move it. Ideally, each one would blend with the natural flora and fauna around it to create a pleasing whole, neither deliberately hidden nor particularly out of place amid the sandbars and corals he moved into.
Hadama keeps on keepin' on, focusing on *aesthetic* placement of each shell!
