Hadama floated serenely in the cloud-currents, quietly enjoying the pleasant sensations of the more-than-dream and the chance to bask in Safrin's light. He didn't know most of those gathered; Maeve and Ronin, yes, and he recognized Jack as a member of Maeve's council, but the rest were strangers to him. He took note as they were healed, these Warriors who had fought gods and ghosts, if the stories swirling about that battle had even a grain of truth, and inclined his head in silent respect to each for their valor.
It was something to think about, that battle. That War, of which only one echo had been fought within Torchline. The Voice, they said, was gone, but...
"How enduring are the islands which now float above the sea?" Given how Haulani had built to accommodate the new topography, it would be disastrous if the islands fell. And not just for the humans who lived on them; the impacts would cause underwater waves and tsunamis which could cause just as much harm to the nearby mer and their homes.
Unspoken was the willingness to do whatever it took to prevent that from happening.
It was something to think about, that battle. That War, of which only one echo had been fought within Torchline. The Voice, they said, was gone, but...
"How enduring are the islands which now float above the sea?" Given how Haulani had built to accommodate the new topography, it would be disastrous if the islands fell. And not just for the humans who lived on them; the impacts would cause underwater waves and tsunamis which could cause just as much harm to the nearby mer and their homes.
Unspoken was the willingness to do whatever it took to prevent that from happening.
