Peace, it seemed, was in short supply. Answers, at least, were not, as a mer approached, full of silent threat and pugnacious mien. The muscular mermanta considered this arrival calmly, and though he carried a trident tipped in starfire that glimmered even beneath the water he wore no other signs of his kingship. He had swum into the role on the eve of War itself, and there were many who did not yet know that their people had a leader once more.
Unruffled by either the aggression or the bluntness of the question, Hadama nodded courteously to the young man - much younger, this one. No older than Chrysaora had been, when last he'd seen the vivacious young woman - and then tilted his head towards the river mouth and the haven that supposedly resided beyond. "To see if the Merfolk who went to the Refuge are safe," he rumbled in a voice as low and restful as distant summer thunder. "Were you there?"
Unruffled by either the aggression or the bluntness of the question, Hadama nodded courteously to the young man - much younger, this one. No older than Chrysaora had been, when last he'd seen the vivacious young woman - and then tilted his head towards the river mouth and the haven that supposedly resided beyond. "To see if the Merfolk who went to the Refuge are safe," he rumbled in a voice as low and restful as distant summer thunder. "Were you there?"
