Ghilio.
A name to be remembered or... recovered? Perhaps he'd heard it before, after all, in one of the old story-songs his father sang. Hadama put the thought away for the moment, noting Remi's missing fingers along with his other collection of scars, and the merman's head took on a thoughtful tilt as he lounged in the shallow surf.
I am not familiar with distances in the drylands, Hadama admitted, a little chagrined. Rae's Fingers were the only place of water-under-sand that he could think of in Torchline. The mermanta flicked the whip-like end of his in the small waves of the shoreline, cutting through the water and foam as he considered their conversation and its many revelations.
Do you think you will return here again, some day? Curious green eyes returned to rest on Remi's face, and the flavor of Hadama's mental voice carried a quiet sense of welcome.
A name to be remembered or... recovered? Perhaps he'd heard it before, after all, in one of the old story-songs his father sang. Hadama put the thought away for the moment, noting Remi's missing fingers along with his other collection of scars, and the merman's head took on a thoughtful tilt as he lounged in the shallow surf.
I am not familiar with distances in the drylands, Hadama admitted, a little chagrined. Rae's Fingers were the only place of water-under-sand that he could think of in Torchline. The mermanta flicked the whip-like end of his in the small waves of the shoreline, cutting through the water and foam as he considered their conversation and its many revelations.
Do you think you will return here again, some day? Curious green eyes returned to rest on Remi's face, and the flavor of Hadama's mental voice carried a quiet sense of welcome.
