There were many things to do below the waves. But Hadama no longer fit so easily in his mother's forge now that he had earned his mastery in his own right. It was an uncomfortable situation that left him more and more often swimming along the shore to fish and gather in the shallows, his eyes turning more and more towards land and all its many mysteries.
One such mystery caught his eye as he surfaced with a full net of wild mussels and fish. He didn't know many drylanders, but such pale skin was rare along the coast. At least, not without becoming red in short order. The mermanta ducked below the waves and swam closer through the shallowing waters, tracing his way across the ever-shifting sandscape until he judged himself close enough to comfortably converse with the woman before raising his steely-haired, dark-skinned head above the water again. Emerald eyes landed on the seaweed first, and he nodded silent approval before turning to study the human more closely. "Greetings," he rumbled, with a polite nod of his head. "Would you be willing to trade?"
One such mystery caught his eye as he surfaced with a full net of wild mussels and fish. He didn't know many drylanders, but such pale skin was rare along the coast. At least, not without becoming red in short order. The mermanta ducked below the waves and swam closer through the shallowing waters, tracing his way across the ever-shifting sandscape until he judged himself close enough to comfortably converse with the woman before raising his steely-haired, dark-skinned head above the water again. Emerald eyes landed on the seaweed first, and he nodded silent approval before turning to study the human more closely. "Greetings," he rumbled, with a polite nod of his head. "Would you be willing to trade?"
