Their friendship was equal parts comfortable and comforting to the mermanta, who treasured the time he was able to spend with the human healer when their duties so often relegated them to mere letters. Days like this were a gift beyond price and it was made even more special by being able to share a silver of his world with Evie and to see the joy in her eyes, reminding him of the true wonder of things which he sometimes took for granted.
Surfacing back at their patch of tender young algae went without incident, but Hadama was unprepared for the excitement that his friend shared with him. The merman quietly beamed with pleasure at Evie's enthusiasm, making no attempt to slow her questions though he tucked each one carefully into his memory until she slowed down and mentioned the bubble.
"Hmm. Perhaps Frey could help with the ringing," he mused, settling the patch of algae that Evie had used gently back among its brethren. "Thank you for testing it." He tilted his head and his eyes turned blue as his magic reached for the water that soaked the lady through and began to carefully separate it from her clothes and hair to help her dry faster.
"Sound is felt and heard, yes," he explained while he worked, nodding in confirmation of her questions. "You can hear speech, but only as long as the air lasts in their lungs. The bond is easiest, but we have a language of clicks and whistles among ourselves." For when the Mer breathed water and had no air with which to make the deeper, softer sounds.
He smiled up at Evie, eyes alight with mischief. "When you are in Torchline next time, would you like to hear whalesong?"
Surfacing back at their patch of tender young algae went without incident, but Hadama was unprepared for the excitement that his friend shared with him. The merman quietly beamed with pleasure at Evie's enthusiasm, making no attempt to slow her questions though he tucked each one carefully into his memory until she slowed down and mentioned the bubble.
"Hmm. Perhaps Frey could help with the ringing," he mused, settling the patch of algae that Evie had used gently back among its brethren. "Thank you for testing it." He tilted his head and his eyes turned blue as his magic reached for the water that soaked the lady through and began to carefully separate it from her clothes and hair to help her dry faster.
"Sound is felt and heard, yes," he explained while he worked, nodding in confirmation of her questions. "You can hear speech, but only as long as the air lasts in their lungs. The bond is easiest, but we have a language of clicks and whistles among ourselves." For when the Mer breathed water and had no air with which to make the deeper, softer sounds.
He smiled up at Evie, eyes alight with mischief. "When you are in Torchline next time, would you like to hear whalesong?"
