Hadama swam slowly among the lanterns that winked like stars beneath the trees and reflected from the water, their light dancing over ripples. It was almost a little disorienting, but among the shadows he recognized a few faces.
For Lena, a silent pulse of greeting through the telepathic Bond, though he made no move to intrude on her grief. Stormbreak had lost more than most, and he had no wish to interrupt her prayers or her memories of the many souls departed from that land.
For the Honeybee, when he saw her, there could be no silent communication, but his voice was quiet as he swam to a nearby bank. "Melita," he rumbled softly. A greeting and an acknowledgment, but nothing more on this night of memory, sorrow, and hope. He was there if she wished to speak, and if she didn't...
He was just as comfortable in silent contemplation of those they honored with their lanterns.
For Lena, a silent pulse of greeting through the telepathic Bond, though he made no move to intrude on her grief. Stormbreak had lost more than most, and he had no wish to interrupt her prayers or her memories of the many souls departed from that land.
For the Honeybee, when he saw her, there could be no silent communication, but his voice was quiet as he swam to a nearby bank. "Melita," he rumbled softly. A greeting and an acknowledgment, but nothing more on this night of memory, sorrow, and hope. He was there if she wished to speak, and if she didn't...
He was just as comfortable in silent contemplation of those they honored with their lanterns.
