Hope, and other things. Safrin's blessings not least among them, and Hadama inclined his head in acknowledgment of the stranger's warm words. When he raised it again her mask was falling back into place, but he showed no discomfort as she hid her features once more. Her mask was of porcelain, but his was the stoic serenity that he allowed the world to see, and he did not begrudge her the protection that it offered. He studied it quietly for a moment, perhaps memorizing its sculpted lines before he spoke again in question.
Her answer flowed quietly into the night, weaving through the crackle of flames and the soft splash of water with a pleasing cadence. A stranger she may have been, but there was something about her that put the demigod at ease and he nodded slowly in understanding. "Mmh. Nights like this... they are only a prayer away." He turned his gaze back to the fiery fountain, drawing a deep breath in through his nose as he considered her words and her presence in the empty square with him before he spoke again, his deep voice a rumble like distant summer thunder.
"Would you tell me? Of the ones you carry with you tonight?"
Her answer flowed quietly into the night, weaving through the crackle of flames and the soft splash of water with a pleasing cadence. A stranger she may have been, but there was something about her that put the demigod at ease and he nodded slowly in understanding. "Mmh. Nights like this... they are only a prayer away." He turned his gaze back to the fiery fountain, drawing a deep breath in through his nose as he considered her words and her presence in the empty square with him before he spoke again, his deep voice a rumble like distant summer thunder.
"Would you tell me? Of the ones you carry with you tonight?"
