It was a lovely sunset, and Hadama had heaved himself over some smooth rocks in the shallows to watch it. His broad wings lay relaxed across the stones and he rested his chin on his folded arms while his tail swished lazily in the shallow waters around him stirring up sand. His dark hide might have blended into the rocks except the steely gleam of his hair and the 'cracks' of gold that chased across his skin reflecting the dying light.
The humidity of Longheat already seemed to be loosening its grip on the coast, but the mermanta was still comfortably misted by the ocean spray, and looked as if he had been there for awhile already. An aura of quiet contemplation seemed to surround him, unaffected by the change of seasons in the world beneath the waves.
At least, until he'd come to the surface.
The humidity of Longheat already seemed to be loosening its grip on the coast, but the mermanta was still comfortably misted by the ocean spray, and looked as if he had been there for awhile already. An aura of quiet contemplation seemed to surround him, unaffected by the change of seasons in the world beneath the waves.
At least, until he'd come to the surface.
