Torchline was known for many things: blue-green waters, tropical drinks, warm and welcoming climate, hard bargains, dangerous night life, beaches in several hues, the markets both above and below the waves, and the prowess of its sailors, to name just a few.
But neither Haulani nor the Underwater City was particularly famous for its libraries. The human records had been lost to Apopo's tempers more than once over the generations, and the Mer records tended to be more oral than written, and entirely lacking in airbreather history.
So Hadama had come to Stormbreak once again on the night of the full moon, to pull himself from the Eye's waters and into the awkward shape of a two-legged human. His destination was the Archive, and though his bare feet evinced some murmured comment no one tried to evict the very tall, muscular man as he shed the rain in the vestibule and nodded with solemn respect to the librarian who helped him gather several books.
All evidence gathered so far pointed to the infected flora and fauna being something new to Caido, but it was not the first infection the world had faced, or even the first twisting of its life to some new end. Hadama settled in at the nearest empty table, which was conveniently within sight of the door, and bent his head to learning about the past. What had happened, what had been done to slow the course of Blights and Plagues in recent memory, and ultimately what had cured them.
Open!
But neither Haulani nor the Underwater City was particularly famous for its libraries. The human records had been lost to Apopo's tempers more than once over the generations, and the Mer records tended to be more oral than written, and entirely lacking in airbreather history.
So Hadama had come to Stormbreak once again on the night of the full moon, to pull himself from the Eye's waters and into the awkward shape of a two-legged human. His destination was the Archive, and though his bare feet evinced some murmured comment no one tried to evict the very tall, muscular man as he shed the rain in the vestibule and nodded with solemn respect to the librarian who helped him gather several books.
All evidence gathered so far pointed to the infected flora and fauna being something new to Caido, but it was not the first infection the world had faced, or even the first twisting of its life to some new end. Hadama settled in at the nearest empty table, which was conveniently within sight of the door, and bent his head to learning about the past. What had happened, what had been done to slow the course of Blights and Plagues in recent memory, and ultimately what had cured them.
Open!
