He floated, still and serene as one of the statues as the lovely Mermaid made her loop around him, as certain as he was of the spring tide that she would come around the other side of him again. Her answer - or rather, question - brought an appreciative gleam to emerald eyes, and Hadama inclined his head in acknowledgment of her point.
He considered the elegant, graceful noble as she returned to flirting with the statue, admiring the flow of her showy tail through the water and the way the eternal twilight gleamed from her scales and hair. Some works of art could never truly be captured in stone or metal...
I have not heard that one before. Thank you. The Tidebreaker noted where her hand lingered, and if there was amusement in his eyes it was carefully tucked behind an expression of stoic poise. Do you have a favorite statue? The one she was currently claiming, perhaps? Or perhaps the sculpted youth was merely a passing fancy for an idle courtier with Andromeda's beauty and wit.
He considered the elegant, graceful noble as she returned to flirting with the statue, admiring the flow of her showy tail through the water and the way the eternal twilight gleamed from her scales and hair. Some works of art could never truly be captured in stone or metal...
I have not heard that one before. Thank you. The Tidebreaker noted where her hand lingered, and if there was amusement in his eyes it was carefully tucked behind an expression of stoic poise. Do you have a favorite statue? The one she was currently claiming, perhaps? Or perhaps the sculpted youth was merely a passing fancy for an idle courtier with Andromeda's beauty and wit.
