The mermanta made his return to the Feverlands without the companion he had shared the Leafchange journey with. It was a sober Hadama who swam up to the coastal edge of the recycled celebratory space and looked over the worse-for-wear decorations and food with solemn green eyes.
But the interestingly-spelled sign looked new, at least?
A few familiar faces stood out from the subdued gathering as he swam along the shoreline, investigating what was near at hand. He nodded silent greeting to Remi and Ronin, and relaxed a little at seeing Melita scampering off to greet a friend.
But it was the table of greenery and the young woman standing there that drew him over to join her. "Hello, Lena," he greeted quietly, untying the waterproof bag that he had brought all the way from Torchline and setting it up on shore. "Could you take these to the food table, please?"
But the interestingly-spelled sign looked new, at least?
A few familiar faces stood out from the subdued gathering as he swam along the shoreline, investigating what was near at hand. He nodded silent greeting to Remi and Ronin, and relaxed a little at seeing Melita scampering off to greet a friend.
But it was the table of greenery and the young woman standing there that drew him over to join her. "Hello, Lena," he greeted quietly, untying the waterproof bag that he had brought all the way from Torchline and setting it up on shore. "Could you take these to the food table, please?"
