Knives, Hadama knew well. Keen eyes caught on the blade's construction and balance, a professional consideration of the craftsmanship that had gone into it, and the techniques so much more common on dry land.
He was also curious as to the blade's purpose in this fascinating design, peering at the construction lit by candle and star as grass wove through freshly-perforated shell. He had no idea what to expect when she stood until she turned around again to face him, sea-mask in place, and he was able to meet her dark eyes squarely without the protection of the antlered skull. He inclined his head in agreement to her intonation, but at her question he turned his head to examine the strand - still visible beneath the light-dancing water, only barely covered yet as the tide made its inexorable return.
"Indeed. You could safely wade to shore still... but the tide will be your ally if you want to swim." And the sandbank beneath the water might prove treacherous footing under the slip of wave and current. He pushed himself back into deeper water off the sandbank, giving her space to make her own choice. "Do the marks on your face also have meaning?" he asked curiously as he waited.
He was also curious as to the blade's purpose in this fascinating design, peering at the construction lit by candle and star as grass wove through freshly-perforated shell. He had no idea what to expect when she stood until she turned around again to face him, sea-mask in place, and he was able to meet her dark eyes squarely without the protection of the antlered skull. He inclined his head in agreement to her intonation, but at her question he turned his head to examine the strand - still visible beneath the light-dancing water, only barely covered yet as the tide made its inexorable return.
"Indeed. You could safely wade to shore still... but the tide will be your ally if you want to swim." And the sandbank beneath the water might prove treacherous footing under the slip of wave and current. He pushed himself back into deeper water off the sandbank, giving her space to make her own choice. "Do the marks on your face also have meaning?" he asked curiously as he waited.
