Human expressions were the same as those among the mer, and Hadama regarded Evie's edged grin thoughtfully. There seemed to be a great deal hidden behind that simple 'perhaps,' and while his curiosity certainly yearned to explore it, his courtesy hesitated to prod at what might be a painful topic.
And then, with the tumsea's arrival, his concerns were washed away like flotsam on the tide. Her words earned only a slight shake of Hadama's steely head; he, too, had lost track of the conversation.
At least for new. Later, perhaps, he could recall her words and wonder...
But for now he nodded and reached down to loosen the ties of the net bag on his harness and pull it free, holding it up out of the water so that Evie could see its heft and fullness for herself. "Mussels for seaweed," he rumbled - not without a wistful glance back over his shoulder towards where the tumsea had been. "Do you have a bag for them?"
And then, with the tumsea's arrival, his concerns were washed away like flotsam on the tide. Her words earned only a slight shake of Hadama's steely head; he, too, had lost track of the conversation.
At least for new. Later, perhaps, he could recall her words and wonder...
But for now he nodded and reached down to loosen the ties of the net bag on his harness and pull it free, holding it up out of the water so that Evie could see its heft and fullness for herself. "Mussels for seaweed," he rumbled - not without a wistful glance back over his shoulder towards where the tumsea had been. "Do you have a bag for them?"
