Once the first head was roughed out in the obsidian Hadama began to work on the second, using the first as a reference as he tried to make the two nubs of black stone mirror each other as closely as the tools and his skills allowed. He was debating on the level of detail that he wanted to impart on his carvings: something intricate? Or a simple suggestion of an equine head and webbed mane? Hmmm, decisions, decisions...
He let the companionable silence stretch until Fox spoke up again, and the mermanta inclined his head in distracted confirmation, eyes focused on the task in his hands. "Mmn. Since the eve of the War, yes." A suggestion, he decided, running the smaller file lightly over the stone to etch a few subtle lines into the second hippocampus head to hint at scales before going back to make sure the first matched it. "What is the leader of the Hollowed Grounds called?"
He let the companionable silence stretch until Fox spoke up again, and the mermanta inclined his head in distracted confirmation, eyes focused on the task in his hands. "Mmn. Since the eve of the War, yes." A suggestion, he decided, running the smaller file lightly over the stone to etch a few subtle lines into the second hippocampus head to hint at scales before going back to make sure the first matched it. "What is the leader of the Hollowed Grounds called?"
