Hadama inclined his head in acknowledgment of their goddess's errands and then made himself comfortable for the wait. The heat of the day was setting in, and the activity around the port was falling into the Longheat afternoon lull, when it was too hot to shift anything but the most important cargo and low tide made even the water-bound shipping lanes quiet. But the Arclight was still cooler than the air and the mermanta was content to sun himself and watch what people he could see going about their business with no great hurry.
Ronin's return was made with an unexpected trick, and Hadama watched the nimbus arrive with interest. "Convenient," he murmured, impressed in spite of his usual stoic nature. He pulled himself back onto the rock to accept the telescope, ring, and his shaved ice cone with a pulse of appreciation in the Attuned bond. "You strike a good deal," he agreed, the corners of his eyes crinkling with good humor. "Will you be able to stay on Torchline long?"
Ronin's return was made with an unexpected trick, and Hadama watched the nimbus arrive with interest. "Convenient," he murmured, impressed in spite of his usual stoic nature. He pulled himself back onto the rock to accept the telescope, ring, and his shaved ice cone with a pulse of appreciation in the Attuned bond. "You strike a good deal," he agreed, the corners of his eyes crinkling with good humor. "Will you be able to stay on Torchline long?"
