Mend that net, his father had instructed him in no uncertain terms, the distinguished older mer out of patience with his son's aloof silences at the family meals. So. However much he had no inclination to mend anything with that person, Hadama was swallowing his pride and making an effort for peace in the household.
But what did one get as a reluctant and decidedly insincere peace offering? The mermanta swam slowly along the canal on his way to the drylander markets, wondering just how little he could get away with...
It was Fangorn's hopping shadow across the water that caught his attention; unique and unmistakable in its round, vine-wreathed shape and exuberant bounces over the ground. A steely head lifted out of the water in time to catch Melita's words and the dark-skinned mer rumbled what might have been a quiet laugh as he cleared the water from his lungs. "As little as possible?" he suggested in false innocence. "Hello, Melita. Fangorn. And... I do not know her name," He admitted when it came to greeting the dragon.
But what did one get as a reluctant and decidedly insincere peace offering? The mermanta swam slowly along the canal on his way to the drylander markets, wondering just how little he could get away with...
It was Fangorn's hopping shadow across the water that caught his attention; unique and unmistakable in its round, vine-wreathed shape and exuberant bounces over the ground. A steely head lifted out of the water in time to catch Melita's words and the dark-skinned mer rumbled what might have been a quiet laugh as he cleared the water from his lungs. "As little as possible?" he suggested in false innocence. "Hello, Melita. Fangorn. And... I do not know her name," He admitted when it came to greeting the dragon.
