"Carefully," Hadama said in response to her question, absolutely deadpan. He nodded at her eager request, however, a slow motion with amusement flickering in his green eyes in spite of his stoic expression. "Yes. Watch..."
He eyed his jar and then nodded in satisfaction that there was enough for now. Fixing the lid carefully onto it so he wouldn't lose what he'd gathered, he tethered the jar to the belt at his waist and then reached into the net to pull out one of the squids - already dead.
"How do the drylanders celebrate the Festival?" he asked her curiously as he worked to cut a careful slit in the top of the squids head with a small knife, and emptying the contents into the water away from them. He handed her a second squid so she could copy what he did, if she didn't mind the ammonia smell that came from the creatures when the insides of their float bladders were released.
He eyed his jar and then nodded in satisfaction that there was enough for now. Fixing the lid carefully onto it so he wouldn't lose what he'd gathered, he tethered the jar to the belt at his waist and then reached into the net to pull out one of the squids - already dead.
"How do the drylanders celebrate the Festival?" he asked her curiously as he worked to cut a careful slit in the top of the squids head with a small knife, and emptying the contents into the water away from them. He handed her a second squid so she could copy what he did, if she didn't mind the ammonia smell that came from the creatures when the insides of their float bladders were released.
