"It suits you," he rumbled, admiring her new vestment with a jeweler's eye for the crown of stars. Indeed, it suited her very well and left no question as to her alignment among the pantheon. His deep voice held a quiet note of approval all around.
Word didn't travel as quickly or clearly between the shore and the sea as Hadama would have wished. He was out of the proverbial loop as to what Caido's more powerful members were going to be doing during the War and Maeve's statement brought a furrow of confusion to his brow. "The Draig..." he repeated thoughtfully. Barely a legend to the mer, it was very nearly a myth; never seen and rarely heard of, so far from any coastline. There was only one way to alleviate his ignorance as to what it meant to be sent there with demigods, and he wasn't one to sit in ignorance due to his pride. "What does that mean?"
Time was about to get wimey with the conversation at hand and the water soon to end it, but Hadama's large, webbed hand closed firmly but gently around Maeve's petite one, his gaze on hers solemn as he accepted her uneasiness with his own calm serenity and let her choose the pace at which she entered the water. "Yes," he agreed to her request, simple but solid as the breakwater protecting the harbor.
Word didn't travel as quickly or clearly between the shore and the sea as Hadama would have wished. He was out of the proverbial loop as to what Caido's more powerful members were going to be doing during the War and Maeve's statement brought a furrow of confusion to his brow. "The Draig..." he repeated thoughtfully. Barely a legend to the mer, it was very nearly a myth; never seen and rarely heard of, so far from any coastline. There was only one way to alleviate his ignorance as to what it meant to be sent there with demigods, and he wasn't one to sit in ignorance due to his pride. "What does that mean?"
Time was about to get wimey with the conversation at hand and the water soon to end it, but Hadama's large, webbed hand closed firmly but gently around Maeve's petite one, his gaze on hers solemn as he accepted her uneasiness with his own calm serenity and let her choose the pace at which she entered the water. "Yes," he agreed to her request, simple but solid as the breakwater protecting the harbor.
