Unsure how to interpret the brief darkness, Hadama looked to Remi. He trusted his host to warn or guide them if something was amiss in the dreaming, but when the demigod appeared untroubled the merman accepted the answer and the lack of concern with equal calm.
And the view that he was led to was indeed breathtaking. The waterfall itself was magnificent, but the red water drew a concerned look from the merman, steely brows raising in silent question. Remi was already answering, however, and he relaxed at the reassurance. Venturing closer, he started to kneel (the knees bent in the right place, at least) to examine the strange lichen with its fiery hue but paused at the question and the singing - or the memory of a song? - that accompanied it.
"Undine... yes. A legend. Or a warning," he murmured, attention returning to the waterfall. "Trapped alone, surrounded by dry land. Exile, freely chosen by duty... or a curse, placed for reasons long forgotten. The details depend on the storyteller. Have you met her?"
And the view that he was led to was indeed breathtaking. The waterfall itself was magnificent, but the red water drew a concerned look from the merman, steely brows raising in silent question. Remi was already answering, however, and he relaxed at the reassurance. Venturing closer, he started to kneel (the knees bent in the right place, at least) to examine the strange lichen with its fiery hue but paused at the question and the singing - or the memory of a song? - that accompanied it.
"Undine... yes. A legend. Or a warning," he murmured, attention returning to the waterfall. "Trapped alone, surrounded by dry land. Exile, freely chosen by duty... or a curse, placed for reasons long forgotten. The details depend on the storyteller. Have you met her?"
