Though he was able to train some of his magic through the Academy, those that were unique to merfolk had no human teacher. For that matter, there were few enough among his own people who he could approach for lessons in their stronger powers. Undaunted, Hadama took to push his own limits, stretching them to see how far they'd grow.
True storms were uncommon over the Arclight during Leafchange. After asking travelers at Kaiholo Port, however, Hadama had heard of a place in the Hollowed Grounds where the storms rolled relentlessly across the prairie. It was unreachable from the water, but on the night of the full moon - a blue moon, bright and vast in the sky above Torchline - he had aquaported to the Outer Brambles and shifted to his human form.
He walked among the tall, dry grasses, supported by his trident and lit by a combination of its starlit tines and the occasional lightning that flashed across the sky in jagged lines. No moon was visible through the eternal storm, but its effects were still apparent in the pair of legs that were wrapped in a simple long skirt of tough, dark grey material.
Round shapes bounced through the grass nearby, their rustling largely hidden beneath the constant thunder as Hadama studied the storm and learned from its wildness.
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True storms were uncommon over the Arclight during Leafchange. After asking travelers at Kaiholo Port, however, Hadama had heard of a place in the Hollowed Grounds where the storms rolled relentlessly across the prairie. It was unreachable from the water, but on the night of the full moon - a blue moon, bright and vast in the sky above Torchline - he had aquaported to the Outer Brambles and shifted to his human form.
He walked among the tall, dry grasses, supported by his trident and lit by a combination of its starlit tines and the occasional lightning that flashed across the sky in jagged lines. No moon was visible through the eternal storm, but its effects were still apparent in the pair of legs that were wrapped in a simple long skirt of tough, dark grey material.
Round shapes bounced through the grass nearby, their rustling largely hidden beneath the constant thunder as Hadama studied the storm and learned from its wildness.
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