Already safely past the tidepool's seaward edge by the time the woman's voice reached him, the merman paused and turned back curiously. The sand sifted harmlessly through the air, floating momentarily on the calm water before sinking to its new resting place. He contemplated both her unexpectedly nearby presence and her reaction for a moment before inclining his head in acknowledgment.
"Indeed." His voice was deep, a low rumble like distant summer thunder or the roll of a midnight tide, but quiet enough to only barely reach over the other sounds of the coast.
He didn't seem bothered by her mistake, but instead skirted the tidepool's edge to swim closer at a leisurely pace, approaching the beach and looking towards the hole she'd been digging. From his lower vantage it was hard to see anything, but he caught the glint of metal and could guess what she was doing.
He could appreciate humans who cleaned up the trash their kind left to wash up on the beaches.
"I am Hadama." An offering of a name, to show no ill will.
"Indeed." His voice was deep, a low rumble like distant summer thunder or the roll of a midnight tide, but quiet enough to only barely reach over the other sounds of the coast.
He didn't seem bothered by her mistake, but instead skirted the tidepool's edge to swim closer at a leisurely pace, approaching the beach and looking towards the hole she'd been digging. From his lower vantage it was hard to see anything, but he caught the glint of metal and could guess what she was doing.
He could appreciate humans who cleaned up the trash their kind left to wash up on the beaches.
"I am Hadama." An offering of a name, to show no ill will.
