One night a month Hadama could leave the water, and tonight was one such night.
He had prepared himself as best he could, studying maps of semi-mythical Stormbreak and planning his route. Now that Safrin had given him a clue he could see the details he had missed in his earlier searching; though in truth he had never considered the floating city, thinking it too far beyond his reach.
But that had changed recently.
Tonight his Aquaportation had allowed him entry to the Eye of the Storm. From there he had pulled himself onto dry land and shifted his fins for legs, his waist clad in the long, dark wrap-skirt that he found easiest to deal with. A fawn-colored vest gave him an air of human respectability as he strode off across the city at his best pace, his trident wrapped for anonymity's sake and used as a balancing aid at first. He moved faster as his legs steadied and he adapted to the strange method of locomotion, cutting through the Silk Houses and nodding at those that called out to him for various entertainments without stopping.
Across the bridge he finally went and up the stairs within the observatory. He did not bother those at the telescope but instead went to one of the windows ringing the top of the edifice and unrolled his map, holding it up as he pointed it towards the Mistbanks with cautious optimism.
He had prepared himself as best he could, studying maps of semi-mythical Stormbreak and planning his route. Now that Safrin had given him a clue he could see the details he had missed in his earlier searching; though in truth he had never considered the floating city, thinking it too far beyond his reach.
But that had changed recently.
Tonight his Aquaportation had allowed him entry to the Eye of the Storm. From there he had pulled himself onto dry land and shifted his fins for legs, his waist clad in the long, dark wrap-skirt that he found easiest to deal with. A fawn-colored vest gave him an air of human respectability as he strode off across the city at his best pace, his trident wrapped for anonymity's sake and used as a balancing aid at first. He moved faster as his legs steadied and he adapted to the strange method of locomotion, cutting through the Silk Houses and nodding at those that called out to him for various entertainments without stopping.
Across the bridge he finally went and up the stairs within the observatory. He did not bother those at the telescope but instead went to one of the windows ringing the top of the edifice and unrolled his map, holding it up as he pointed it towards the Mistbanks with cautious optimism.
