He considered the mershark calmly, letting the other mer's belligerence wash over him and flow away, and Hadama took his time with his answer. He was in no hurry, and he chose his words with patience. Not because he was worried about the stranger's response, but because words were as much a craft as working shell or metal and the material deserved no less care for being intangible.
"I posted news of the haven to our people," he said simply. And if he had done so in error after trusting the word of former-Governor Sunjata, he wished to know it sooner rather than later.
When more information was forthcoming Hadama bowed his head in solemn gratitude. There would be no need for repercussions, then, and for that, too, he was grateful.
He had not expected the question from this surly individual but he found himself with an answer that he hesitated to voice. After a long moment of thought he said: "Chrysaora." He tilted his head at the stranger and added, helpfully: "A young woman with a jellyfish shift." Bright, daring, and almost aggressively extroverted, it was unlikely that the mershark would have been able to avoid her in the enclosed world the Refuge was supposed to have been.
"I posted news of the haven to our people," he said simply. And if he had done so in error after trusting the word of former-Governor Sunjata, he wished to know it sooner rather than later.
When more information was forthcoming Hadama bowed his head in solemn gratitude. There would be no need for repercussions, then, and for that, too, he was grateful.
He had not expected the question from this surly individual but he found himself with an answer that he hesitated to voice. After a long moment of thought he said: "Chrysaora." He tilted his head at the stranger and added, helpfully: "A young woman with a jellyfish shift." Bright, daring, and almost aggressively extroverted, it was unlikely that the mershark would have been able to avoid her in the enclosed world the Refuge was supposed to have been.
