The merman turned at the call and saw a friendly drylander approaching. Dark-skinned, muscular, and with hair the color of steel when wet, he gave her a sober nod of greeting. "Hello," he returned back politely. He eased a little ways back into the water for comfort but kept his elbows on the grassy verge so it would be easier to speak with her when she reached him.
"I am Hadama." The traditional courtesies of greeting helped to settle his mind, though an emerald glance back at the frosty foliage threatened to break his stoic neutrality with worry once more. "Do you know this area?" This stretch of coast and jungle in particular; his first encounter with the season's strangeness on land.
"I am Hadama." The traditional courtesies of greeting helped to settle his mind, though an emerald glance back at the frosty foliage threatened to break his stoic neutrality with worry once more. "Do you know this area?" This stretch of coast and jungle in particular; his first encounter with the season's strangeness on land.
