It was not a full moon, but nevertheless the mermanta walked on two legs through the gates of the Citadel. His crown and the trident he bore, wreathed in starlight, provided passage into the town, though his bare feet and bare chest were not without gossip from those who saw him. He requested directions from the gate guards, and one of them ran ahead to alert the Warden while another walked with him as guide and escort.
And, perhaps, insurance that he was not some illusion off the ice.
He made no comment, only inclining his head in solemn gratitude at the courtesy and striding beside the hard-bitten older woman with the scarred hands and well-worn spear in silence as he looked around curiously at the home of his dearest friend.
With luck his legs would last long enough to see her while he was here, but he would fulfill Safrin's expectations of him first.
The guard led him to the palace, an intimidating construction of ice and stone, and he followed her into its depths until they reached an office that she knocked on briskly. "King Hadama of Torchline to see you, Warden," she called out, before opening the door and ushering Hadama in.
Deimos
And, perhaps, insurance that he was not some illusion off the ice.
He made no comment, only inclining his head in solemn gratitude at the courtesy and striding beside the hard-bitten older woman with the scarred hands and well-worn spear in silence as he looked around curiously at the home of his dearest friend.
With luck his legs would last long enough to see her while he was here, but he would fulfill Safrin's expectations of him first.
The guard led him to the palace, an intimidating construction of ice and stone, and he followed her into its depths until they reached an office that she knocked on briskly. "King Hadama of Torchline to see you, Warden," she called out, before opening the door and ushering Hadama in.
Deimos
