The world had changed.
A year had been spent putting Torchline to rights and restoring the Underwater City; building bridges both metaphorical and physical with the people of Haulani and returning stability to the court of the Mer. He had given his time to his people and the well-being of land and sea both, for the sake of his home waters.
And now he could finally take some small amount of time to himself once in awhile to explore these new currents and waterways that opened the world up to his people.
And to build bridges farther afield.
He arrived on purpose, having heard the call, and his head rose from beneath the waters of the Symphony near to where Phoebe stood. Hair the color of silvered steel slicked back from dark brown skin in a loose braid and emerald eyes shone alertly from his strong-jawed face. Where scars traced his skin beneath the water they gleamed gold from the tattoos worked carefully over them.
Seeing Ronin he inclined his head deeply, stern gaze softening in greeting. "Huntsman," he rumbled. "You have been missed."
And then, turning to Phoebe: "I am Hadama. How can I help?"
Hadama brings himself to help.
A year had been spent putting Torchline to rights and restoring the Underwater City; building bridges both metaphorical and physical with the people of Haulani and returning stability to the court of the Mer. He had given his time to his people and the well-being of land and sea both, for the sake of his home waters.
And now he could finally take some small amount of time to himself once in awhile to explore these new currents and waterways that opened the world up to his people.
And to build bridges farther afield.
He arrived on purpose, having heard the call, and his head rose from beneath the waters of the Symphony near to where Phoebe stood. Hair the color of silvered steel slicked back from dark brown skin in a loose braid and emerald eyes shone alertly from his strong-jawed face. Where scars traced his skin beneath the water they gleamed gold from the tattoos worked carefully over them.
Seeing Ronin he inclined his head deeply, stern gaze softening in greeting. "Huntsman," he rumbled. "You have been missed."
And then, turning to Phoebe: "I am Hadama. How can I help?"
Hadama brings himself to help.
