Hadama looked more comfortable now that he wasn't bracing himself up at an awkward angle to peer into the trees, and he gave Wessex an inquisitive look over as well, noting the similarities and differences between her and other drylanders he had seen and met in recent seasons.
He dipped his head at the completion of the ritual, waiting for her name. When it didn't come he simply accepted it philosophically and joined her in looking at the frosted tangle of yellowing foliage. "This is my first Flowerbirth above the waves," he admitted, "in many years." It was good to have confirmation that this was not, in fact, the new normal of the coast. "Do you know how far back this frost goes?" Was it confined to the shoreline, or did it go all the way inland?
He dipped his head at the completion of the ritual, waiting for her name. When it didn't come he simply accepted it philosophically and joined her in looking at the frosted tangle of yellowing foliage. "This is my first Flowerbirth above the waves," he admitted, "in many years." It was good to have confirmation that this was not, in fact, the new normal of the coast. "Do you know how far back this frost goes?" Was it confined to the shoreline, or did it go all the way inland?
