The constant crash of the surf and the cries of the hels and gulls made for a pleasant cacophony in the Flowerbirth air as he worked at his gathering. Still, Hadama was looking forward to the deeper, richer notes that rolled through the sea, and the calm that came with waters far from the roaring shallows. Prying loose his culinary treasures was a task for hands both slow and careful, but the merman had patience aplenty as he worked.
Soon he had harvested as much from the tidepool as he could while still leaving the populations healthy enough to recover. Slipping the knife into the sheath at his harness for re-sharpening he turned within the pool and flexed his tail to propel him into a graceful arc over the rim of rock that protected it from the churning of the waves.
Soon he had harvested as much from the tidepool as he could while still leaving the populations healthy enough to recover. Slipping the knife into the sheath at his harness for re-sharpening he turned within the pool and flexed his tail to propel him into a graceful arc over the rim of rock that protected it from the churning of the waves.
