Hadama inclined his head in amused acknowledgment, but there was a spark of mischief in his eyes as he murmured. "Ah. I have never seen the Greatwood in Darkwater."
He might have been a resident of Torchline, but he had been too busy to trouble himself much with the doings of the drylanders until just recently. Whatever Maeve meant by her cryptic statement earned only a slight head tilt of confusion - one that became deeper and more intrigued at the concrete mention of 'ballet.' Luckily the Queen took pity on him, both explaining and demonstrating, and steely brows rose up in admiration.
"I did not know foot fingers were so strong," he admitted. "Ah... tows?" Not a common word in the merfolk lexicon, outside of a few niche shifts.
He might have been a resident of Torchline, but he had been too busy to trouble himself much with the doings of the drylanders until just recently. Whatever Maeve meant by her cryptic statement earned only a slight head tilt of confusion - one that became deeper and more intrigued at the concrete mention of 'ballet.' Luckily the Queen took pity on him, both explaining and demonstrating, and steely brows rose up in admiration.
"I did not know foot fingers were so strong," he admitted. "Ah... tows?" Not a common word in the merfolk lexicon, outside of a few niche shifts.
