Though the Merfolk had no particular animosity towards the Grounds Hadama had spent enough time with humans over the past two years to understand what Fox meant by the region being unpopular. He nodded once, thoughtfully, as he borrowed a scrap of leather to put a polish on his obsidian hippocampus heads with their glinting ruby eyes.
"Mmn. Indeed," he agreed, a faint furrow between his brows as Fox put into words the vague uneasiness that people seemed to have about the distant eastern region. He paused in his finishing touches to look up, considering his horned companion as he heard the note of disdain, however. It was a fairly common reaction, even a year and a half later, but still... "Did you meet the Voice?" A personal question, perhaps even a prying one, but the emotion behind Fox's words seemed to invite further explanation.
Content with his own pieces - all that was needed now was to attach them to the flexible, intertwined ropes of the torc they would adorn, and that waited back in the Underwater City - Hadama slipped them into his pouch and offered the borrowed tools back to Fox with a murmured 'Thank you.'
"Mmn. Indeed," he agreed, a faint furrow between his brows as Fox put into words the vague uneasiness that people seemed to have about the distant eastern region. He paused in his finishing touches to look up, considering his horned companion as he heard the note of disdain, however. It was a fairly common reaction, even a year and a half later, but still... "Did you meet the Voice?" A personal question, perhaps even a prying one, but the emotion behind Fox's words seemed to invite further explanation.
Content with his own pieces - all that was needed now was to attach them to the flexible, intertwined ropes of the torc they would adorn, and that waited back in the Underwater City - Hadama slipped them into his pouch and offered the borrowed tools back to Fox with a murmured 'Thank you.'
