He considered her rejoinder for a few moments, turning it around in his mind's eye to examine it from all angles before turning his gaze outwards again. This time he neither shook his head nor nodded, but simply gazed at her calmly. "Just because something is impermanent does not mean it is not precious to someone." Her final, nihilistic statement earned a raised brow and a flicker of what was almost amusement in his greenstone eyes. "And if that is true, no piece of it belongs to you, either. It belongs to itself; to the land and sea and wind."
He had heard similar claims of anarchy recently from a thief, come to think of it.
Hadama was a rock in the moving sea, a point of steady stillness in a shifting land that itself moved unceasingly. If she watched him from the eyes of prey, having to turn her head from side to side to see him, he watched her from a predator's gaze: straight on and unwavering.
Whatever her reasons for not wanting to approach the goddess, Hadama simply accepted the refusal. At the offer he gave a slow nod, and uncrossed his arms. "I have not needed to be, before," he rumbled, a hint of regret in his voice. "You are the first human I have known to willfully damage it."
He had heard similar claims of anarchy recently from a thief, come to think of it.
Hadama was a rock in the moving sea, a point of steady stillness in a shifting land that itself moved unceasingly. If she watched him from the eyes of prey, having to turn her head from side to side to see him, he watched her from a predator's gaze: straight on and unwavering.
Whatever her reasons for not wanting to approach the goddess, Hadama simply accepted the refusal. At the offer he gave a slow nod, and uncrossed his arms. "I have not needed to be, before," he rumbled, a hint of regret in his voice. "You are the first human I have known to willfully damage it."
