He waited politely for the introduction he hoped would come; a name to give this new companion of the afternoon. Her question was initially met with silence as he played the line with a fierce concentration, but as it began to reel more smoothly he no longer had the excuse of it to delay his answer. "A metalworker of the mer. It is a... specialized trade." There was nothing easy about working with either fire or steel in saltwater, and a great deal that required magic beyond the usual available to his people.
The line was close now, and began to fight against him again as it was dragged into the shallows, tugging first one way and then another - but always trying to get away as he teased it closer in spite of its struggles.
Hadama didn't dare relax now that it was nearly his, but there was a subtle straightening of his shoulders in interest as the human listed various ways to cook seafood. And stew...
"I do not know what is normal for drylander drinks," he admitted. "Does it serve hot chocolate?" A recent discovery at the Deepfrost market in the Boondocks that he had grown thoroughly fascinated by.
The line was close now, and began to fight against him again as it was dragged into the shallows, tugging first one way and then another - but always trying to get away as he teased it closer in spite of its struggles.
Hadama didn't dare relax now that it was nearly his, but there was a subtle straightening of his shoulders in interest as the human listed various ways to cook seafood. And stew...
"I do not know what is normal for drylander drinks," he admitted. "Does it serve hot chocolate?" A recent discovery at the Deepfrost market in the Boondocks that he had grown thoroughly fascinated by.
