There was a quiet pleasure in having her meet him in the liminal zone between sea and land, that ever-shifting space where both existed simultaneously, part of both worlds. The sand was warm on his stomach, even in Deepfrost; the sun could hit more potently than it could penetrate the waves, but the water was decidedly cool with every foray it made upon the beach.
Her question gave him pause, and this time there was a considerable silence as he turned it over in his head. "I... do not know," he admitted slowly. "I have shared sweet foods with drylanders before. But other than that... I have no comparison." Though to him it was human tastebuds which were different than the norm.
Hadama had given her his attention as they spoke; the trembling hesitation as she utilized magic was noticed but not understood. Green eyes returned to her face with a faint look of quizzical concern, but the steadiness with which she answered his question seemed to belie any unease with the topic of conversation. "My father often makes salad of it for the family," he agreed solemnly. His gaze was drawn to the dancing flames for a moment, contemplative. "Is that how you eat it?"
Her question gave him pause, and this time there was a considerable silence as he turned it over in his head. "I... do not know," he admitted slowly. "I have shared sweet foods with drylanders before. But other than that... I have no comparison." Though to him it was human tastebuds which were different than the norm.
Hadama had given her his attention as they spoke; the trembling hesitation as she utilized magic was noticed but not understood. Green eyes returned to her face with a faint look of quizzical concern, but the steadiness with which she answered his question seemed to belie any unease with the topic of conversation. "My father often makes salad of it for the family," he agreed solemnly. His gaze was drawn to the dancing flames for a moment, contemplative. "Is that how you eat it?"
