The visitor's wondering question was met with a grave nod of confirmation, but amusement gleamed brightly in silent eyes. It was refreshing to see such fascination and awe again, reminding him of his own early days at the surface and learning about where some of the Merfolk's own supplies came from.
Hadama was too focused on the coconuts and their retrieval to see the human's tension, but he heard the laughter clearly and he watched the young man catch a falling nut. The Tidebreaker tilted his head in congratulations and respect of the feat. "It is sweet," he acknowledged of the water. "And the meat is white. Not strongly flavored, but good to eat." So many questions, and he paused to consider the second one a moment while Koa gave his name.
"It is nice to meet you, Koa," he said gravely, but there was a slight crinkling at the corners of his eyes hinting at a smile. "Make it near the tideline, please. I cannot leave the water completely." But he could heave himself out of the water and up onto the ledge of shore, leaving his flukes to be bathed in the tide as he considered the collected coconuts and then chose one. He shook it, hearing it slosh, and nodded in satisfaction. Taking the knife from his belt he scored the husk and began to strip it away from the seed within. "I will show you how to make rope for nets while these cook," he offered.
(Never stop, Shark.)
Hadama was too focused on the coconuts and their retrieval to see the human's tension, but he heard the laughter clearly and he watched the young man catch a falling nut. The Tidebreaker tilted his head in congratulations and respect of the feat. "It is sweet," he acknowledged of the water. "And the meat is white. Not strongly flavored, but good to eat." So many questions, and he paused to consider the second one a moment while Koa gave his name.
"It is nice to meet you, Koa," he said gravely, but there was a slight crinkling at the corners of his eyes hinting at a smile. "Make it near the tideline, please. I cannot leave the water completely." But he could heave himself out of the water and up onto the ledge of shore, leaving his flukes to be bathed in the tide as he considered the collected coconuts and then chose one. He shook it, hearing it slosh, and nodded in satisfaction. Taking the knife from his belt he scored the husk and began to strip it away from the seed within. "I will show you how to make rope for nets while these cook," he offered.
(Never stop, Shark.)
