Hadama accepted the wing-touch calmly and then watched the raven land on the tables, curious as to what treats she'd chose.
Instead he was treated to the sight of her transforming, and the mermanta tilted his head in fascination as feathers became skin and clothes. He finally had a face and not just a beak to put with her name. While she scavenged, he turned his attention back to the lanterns, but upon her return he swam over to her and accepted a handful of fruit tarts.
He examined them carefully, admiring the craftsmanship, before popping one with a strawberry on it into his mouth. His stoic expression lightened to one of bliss for a moment, at least until he swallowed the mouthful. And then it was time to contemplate the next - this one yellow, with a little curl of lemon peel on top. "Thank you, P," he said solemnly, but with eyes gleaming bright with good humor. "Which ones are your favorites?"
Pihu
Instead he was treated to the sight of her transforming, and the mermanta tilted his head in fascination as feathers became skin and clothes. He finally had a face and not just a beak to put with her name. While she scavenged, he turned his attention back to the lanterns, but upon her return he swam over to her and accepted a handful of fruit tarts.
He examined them carefully, admiring the craftsmanship, before popping one with a strawberry on it into his mouth. His stoic expression lightened to one of bliss for a moment, at least until he swallowed the mouthful. And then it was time to contemplate the next - this one yellow, with a little curl of lemon peel on top. "Thank you, P," he said solemnly, but with eyes gleaming bright with good humor. "Which ones are your favorites?"
Pihu
