As for Hadama, he swam in a stream near to the Cataract, but avoided the red waters for the moment. Remi had warned him of the water's staining properties, and as curious as he might be to see what swimming in the floating current was like, dying himself a bloody red from head to fluke was an unappealing price to pay.
Besides, being lower down made it easier to gather flowers as they moved along, and Hadama was building a colorful bouquet for his impromptu homage to the shrine they sought. The trick was in holding the flowers high enough out of the water as he swam that they weren't damaged by the flow of the stream, but it did make swimming somewhat awkward and took more of his attention.
And then there were the odd splashes coming from the Cataract near Noah. Nothing was immediately visible as other than a chill in the water that seemed to chase his fingers as they withdrew, but there was a sense of motion and a small trail of bubbles that followed along beside him, and a long tangle of seaweed being carried through the floating river at the same pace he was walking that streamed out almost like hair...
Besides, being lower down made it easier to gather flowers as they moved along, and Hadama was building a colorful bouquet for his impromptu homage to the shrine they sought. The trick was in holding the flowers high enough out of the water as he swam that they weren't damaged by the flow of the stream, but it did make swimming somewhat awkward and took more of his attention.
And then there were the odd splashes coming from the Cataract near Noah. Nothing was immediately visible as other than a chill in the water that seemed to chase his fingers as they withdrew, but there was a sense of motion and a small trail of bubbles that followed along beside him, and a long tangle of seaweed being carried through the floating river at the same pace he was walking that streamed out almost like hair...
