This was certainly the strangest conversation he'd had in recent memory; or at least, the strangest circumstances for one. His sister was going to be insanely jealous when he told her he'd chatted with a leviathan, and that thought brought some peace to the internal screaming of his survival instincts.
Much of Hadama's usual conversation involved body language, but without being able to see the leviathan's head so far in front of him now, he settled for sending a pulse of quiet positivity through the bond at having made a good impression. I hope so.
With everyone going to meet the lost god of Flowerbirth, Hadama was feeling a little envy for the airbreathers, but then again Remi's description of the desert kept him from being too regretful over it. Please give him my regards, he said simply.
Safrin's Huntsman was a title even the merfolk had heard of in recent years, though rumor was more prolific than truth. Thoughtful silence stretched between them for long moments before Hadama spoke again. What do you hunt for Her? A sense of curiosity and a healthy shade of respect colored the merman's mental tone.
Much of Hadama's usual conversation involved body language, but without being able to see the leviathan's head so far in front of him now, he settled for sending a pulse of quiet positivity through the bond at having made a good impression. I hope so.
With everyone going to meet the lost god of Flowerbirth, Hadama was feeling a little envy for the airbreathers, but then again Remi's description of the desert kept him from being too regretful over it. Please give him my regards, he said simply.
Safrin's Huntsman was a title even the merfolk had heard of in recent years, though rumor was more prolific than truth. Thoughtful silence stretched between them for long moments before Hadama spoke again. What do you hunt for Her? A sense of curiosity and a healthy shade of respect colored the merman's mental tone.
