He gave her list due thought, calm where she was restless and carefully considering the listed armaments. There was a sparkle of dry amusement in his green eyes when he looked up again with a slow nod. "The trident is... traditional, I think. In the stories of us." It would take great care to keep the weapon from rusting and rotting, but Hadama knew better than most how to preserve metal beneath the waves and he nodded again.
Perhaps there was a hint of mischief in his choice as he slid a bracelet off his own wrist to hand up to Melita; intricately wrought in the shape of intertwining sea horses with jeweled eyes.
"A trident, then. And a lesson, if you are willing."
Perhaps there was a hint of mischief in his choice as he slid a bracelet off his own wrist to hand up to Melita; intricately wrought in the shape of intertwining sea horses with jeweled eyes.
"A trident, then. And a lesson, if you are willing."
