Kenza
Hadama? What's that—
But it is made clear in the next second that Hadama is not what he is, but who: a name, rolling like the waves. She mouths it, chin bobbing a little against her wrists, completely at ease in her presumption that he is not watching her at all. One sun-bronzed leg extends from behind the basket, skirt pooling on the jetty beside her. "A sea smith?" she echoes, trying to not feel stupid about having to ask (and quite oblivious to the curiosity evident in her voice).
She almost forgets entirely about it as the line dips of its own accord, her breath catching again as the rod tenses—and—suddenly it is free, the clucking of the waves joined by the whir of the wheel.
Talk about keeping them on their toes.
"Oh, uhm," what's she supposed to answer? how well-versed is a merman in human food? she's sweating and it's not the sun "Mostly seafood in various forms—smoked, roasted, baked, in stews, the like. Got some nice vegetable dishes too. Chef's great, so if—" She cuts herself off abruptly. You're not at work, Kenza. You don't have to sell it to him. She clears her throat. "Drinks are pretty standard range too."
But it is made clear in the next second that Hadama is not what he is, but who: a name, rolling like the waves. She mouths it, chin bobbing a little against her wrists, completely at ease in her presumption that he is not watching her at all. One sun-bronzed leg extends from behind the basket, skirt pooling on the jetty beside her. "A sea smith?" she echoes, trying to not feel stupid about having to ask (and quite oblivious to the curiosity evident in her voice).
She almost forgets entirely about it as the line dips of its own accord, her breath catching again as the rod tenses—and—suddenly it is free, the clucking of the waves joined by the whir of the wheel.
Talk about keeping them on their toes.
"Oh, uhm," what's she supposed to answer? how well-versed is a merman in human food? she's sweating and it's not the sun "Mostly seafood in various forms—smoked, roasted, baked, in stews, the like. Got some nice vegetable dishes too. Chef's great, so if—" She cuts herself off abruptly. You're not at work, Kenza. You don't have to sell it to him. She clears her throat. "Drinks are pretty standard range too."
