I am grateful for the canals. They have already let me explore much farther than I thought possible. His mental voice was calmly approving of the water-roads that he had begun to swim recently. They are already a great kindness.
The scars were impossible to miss, even without the golden ink that emphasized Hadama's own far less impressive set. Still, he tilted his head in confusion. I am Hadama. Thank you for the gift of your name. He supported himself on the sand with one arm, reaching up for the jar with his other, paying no mind to the undignified positioning of being a half-beached half-manta.
Although... I do not understand. Are you not human?
The scars were impossible to miss, even without the golden ink that emphasized Hadama's own far less impressive set. Still, he tilted his head in confusion. I am Hadama. Thank you for the gift of your name. He supported himself on the sand with one arm, reaching up for the jar with his other, paying no mind to the undignified positioning of being a half-beached half-manta.
Although... I do not understand. Are you not human?
