Tradition was no small part of it, but neither was it easy to procure tools of such ability. The herald gods had been absent for three hundred years, and mer contact with humans had been rare - and rarely pleasant - before the canals had been built, bringing land and sea a little closer. Now the gods had returned to the wider world once more... but they brought other dangers and concerns in their wake. Even so, Hadama tilted his head in contented acceptance of Lena's appreciation for his calling. "I can show you samples, if we meet again," he offered, pleased at the prospect of future trading.
He rose out of the canal far enough to signal the fish seller he'd been initially trying to reach, and while Lena made her transactions he bargained for another set of fish - pickled this time in flavored vinegars - to take back for LongNight treats. As he added them to the bag he listened to Lena's answer, giving a slow nod of understanding. "Siblings?" he inquired curiously and out of courtesy to keep the conversational current flowing.
He rose out of the canal far enough to signal the fish seller he'd been initially trying to reach, and while Lena made her transactions he bargained for another set of fish - pickled this time in flavored vinegars - to take back for LongNight treats. As he added them to the bag he listened to Lena's answer, giving a slow nod of understanding. "Siblings?" he inquired curiously and out of courtesy to keep the conversational current flowing.
