Hadama had also expected to be alone. Between the rocks at the bottom of the cliff and the treacherous currents that raced between them it was usually only the merfolk who could traverse the water side of the promontory with impunity. Drylanders came down the steep and winding path to the slender spit of beach between stone and sea when they came at all.
So hearing the paddling of a little boat across the crash and swell of the waves breaking against the upthrust rocks that the lighthouse had been built to warn against drew his attention and concern. He watched it paddle closer wordlessly, curious but silent until the moon revealed a figure that was passingly familiar.
It was the voice that was the most recognizable, and the mermanta dipped his head in acknowledgment. "Indeed," he rumbled solemnly. "Have you come to pray to Safrin?"
So hearing the paddling of a little boat across the crash and swell of the waves breaking against the upthrust rocks that the lighthouse had been built to warn against drew his attention and concern. He watched it paddle closer wordlessly, curious but silent until the moon revealed a figure that was passingly familiar.
It was the voice that was the most recognizable, and the mermanta dipped his head in acknowledgment. "Indeed," he rumbled solemnly. "Have you come to pray to Safrin?"
