The City beneath the waves was making its own preparations for the upcoming War, and Hadama had been an impetus for it. He relied on his family and his friends to spread the word, but he had found himself spending more and more time involved in matters he had once thought well beyond his station. Still, as much for his sanity as any other reason, he made time to visit the surface and stay in touch with his human friends as best they could all manage with the world beginning to tilt around them.
Evie's message couldn't have come at a better time, truth be told.
The great manta stitched with gold cruised into the shallows, a diamond shadow passing over the pale sand until it scraped his belly. Then the broad wings shrank and the body lengthened, a spill of steely silk streaming over his back as he glided the last bit into shore and pushed himself up amidst the chilly surf a few feet from his red-haired friend. "Hello, Evie," he greeted, the warmth in his rumbling voice hopefully making up for the unseasonable chill. He swept his slender tail to curve forward and plucked the tightly woven satchel that had trailed behind him from the water; his own offerings for their picnic cool and wet within their driftwood boxes. "Are you well?"
Evie's message couldn't have come at a better time, truth be told.
The great manta stitched with gold cruised into the shallows, a diamond shadow passing over the pale sand until it scraped his belly. Then the broad wings shrank and the body lengthened, a spill of steely silk streaming over his back as he glided the last bit into shore and pushed himself up amidst the chilly surf a few feet from his red-haired friend. "Hello, Evie," he greeted, the warmth in his rumbling voice hopefully making up for the unseasonable chill. He swept his slender tail to curve forward and plucked the tightly woven satchel that had trailed behind him from the water; his own offerings for their picnic cool and wet within their driftwood boxes. "Are you well?"
