Steely brows drew together in faint puzzlement as Hadama turned the foreign word around a few times. "You are... without cogs?" he hazarded carefully. Still she seemed to want privacy as she turned her back on him, so the mermanta swam a little ways away, towards the center of the canal once more, and ducked beneath the water so he wasn't staring at her.
Your customs. Your stories. You traditions. He gave a mental shrug, a far more expansive gesture somehow than his earlier physical one. Something... new. Things that were rumor or less than rumor in the city beneath the sea.
He surfaced again to watch the raven as the terms of the deal were stated and he considered the little thief and her intentions. His answer was perhaps not quite as naive as it seemed at first, but when the bird made good on her side of the bargain Hadama almost smiled.
Almost.
If you go there, go with care, he warned, suspecting it would fall on deaf ears but trying anyways. The tide there... races. Races in, to fill the tunnels until the air is memory. Races out, leaving seakind to drown in air.
He swam slowly towards the side of the canal, reaching out to pluck the food from the grit of the walkway and considering the sand-scattered meat with a look of quiet resignation.
Your customs. Your stories. You traditions. He gave a mental shrug, a far more expansive gesture somehow than his earlier physical one. Something... new. Things that were rumor or less than rumor in the city beneath the sea.
He surfaced again to watch the raven as the terms of the deal were stated and he considered the little thief and her intentions. His answer was perhaps not quite as naive as it seemed at first, but when the bird made good on her side of the bargain Hadama almost smiled.
Almost.
If you go there, go with care, he warned, suspecting it would fall on deaf ears but trying anyways. The tide there... races. Races in, to fill the tunnels until the air is memory. Races out, leaving seakind to drown in air.
He swam slowly towards the side of the canal, reaching out to pluck the food from the grit of the walkway and considering the sand-scattered meat with a look of quiet resignation.
