A dangerous question, but nevertheless an intriguing one. The ghost of a smile lifted Hadama's lips as he nodded in silent agreement with Lena's chosen creation. A sense of harmony passed through the bond for a moment; his own initial answer would not have been so far off from hers, but now he pondered further, determined to come up with something new to add to the game. I think... Hmm. A flower to grow in the tidepools. One that would bloom crystals like the cloud mantas have. So the humans would stop killing so many of them. A sense of sadness, then, for the greed of the land dwellers.
Her next question that brought back memories of quiet wonder and awe in the bond as he turned it over in his head. Beautiful, he said at first, slowly. And kind. Playful. But... sad, perhaps. They had spoken of the upcoming war, which may have lent more gravity to her mien. Have you met any gods?
Her next question that brought back memories of quiet wonder and awe in the bond as he turned it over in his head. Beautiful, he said at first, slowly. And kind. Playful. But... sad, perhaps. They had spoken of the upcoming war, which may have lent more gravity to her mien. Have you met any gods?
