The water took on a sparkle of otherworldly light and Hadama raised his gaze to take in the starlit perfection of the goddess he worshiped. He dipped his head deeply, briefly, in honor of her before her voice drew him back. Hair the color of steel drifted around him in the tide as he paused and considered her question with solemn intensity. When Safrin asked, it was worth thinking through the answer to be certain.
...Yes, he thought, his telepathic voice soft but sure, if such a thing could come across the mental bond. We have been adrift in the currents... But there has been no one of the old line to step forward. I would lead my people, if they would have me. To bring order from the chaos and to organize, as much as they could in the day and hours remaining, a defense of their home against the looming War.
And to lead, too, in picking up the pieces afterwards and beginning the rebuilding.
...Yes, he thought, his telepathic voice soft but sure, if such a thing could come across the mental bond. We have been adrift in the currents... But there has been no one of the old line to step forward. I would lead my people, if they would have me. To bring order from the chaos and to organize, as much as they could in the day and hours remaining, a defense of their home against the looming War.
And to lead, too, in picking up the pieces afterwards and beginning the rebuilding.
