Longheat was living up to its name and the sun was high overhead when the mermanta swam beneath the cooling shade of the Hanged Man's sea-side bar. It was perhaps a bit late in the day for brunch, but that also made it more likely that the staff or new proprietess might be around, while avoiding the bustle of the evening crowd that would fill the bar later.
Hadama surfaced and used one hand to push his steely hair back to stream behind his shoulders as he looked around to see who might be available - and looking for one formidable blonde head in particular. His other hand held onto a large net that shifted beneath the water, its contents obscured in the dim lighting and shadows of the twilit building.
"Hello," he called, his deep voice difficult to mistake, though he raised it only loud enough to be heard clearly in the kitchen. "Are you open?"
Flora
Hadama surfaced and used one hand to push his steely hair back to stream behind his shoulders as he looked around to see who might be available - and looking for one formidable blonde head in particular. His other hand held onto a large net that shifted beneath the water, its contents obscured in the dim lighting and shadows of the twilit building.
"Hello," he called, his deep voice difficult to mistake, though he raised it only loud enough to be heard clearly in the kitchen. "Are you open?"
Flora
