With Safrin's suggestion lingering in his mind, Hadama had come near shore today to practice his aim. Out of the ocean up to his chest, a half dozen small spheres of water floated around his steely head as he considered various objects on shore and then sent his saltwater projectiles to impact various shells and pieces of driftwood. He seemed less concerned with damage than with simply striking at the point he was aiming, and some of his ammunition hit a little to the left or right of the target.
Then again, since he was the only one who knew what he was aiming at, perhaps it wasn't always obvious when he missed, especially when he hit something else instead.
But Hadama knew, and he continued his practice with the slow, methodical approach he took to so many things. He had time yet, and he still had a quest for the goddess to complete, and until that happened there was no great rush.
Except for the War, of course. Always on the horizon now, like a line of storm clouds threatening the shore, there was the War.
Melita
Then again, since he was the only one who knew what he was aiming at, perhaps it wasn't always obvious when he missed, especially when he hit something else instead.
But Hadama knew, and he continued his practice with the slow, methodical approach he took to so many things. He had time yet, and he still had a quest for the goddess to complete, and until that happened there was no great rush.
Except for the War, of course. Always on the horizon now, like a line of storm clouds threatening the shore, there was the War.
Melita
