Neither was Hadama made for walking, and he paid no heed to the bird's graceless steps when he could certainly do no better. Instead he was captivated by the avian's eyes, drawn by the starlit infinity contained within them.
Though he did not want to look away, eventually his mortal coil betrayed him and the mermanta blinked. Only then did he realize he had been holding his breath, and he inclined his head in respect to the night spirit. I am Hadama. Without knowing the owl's intentions or its reason for appearing it seemed polite to introduce himself. You are very beautiful. A solemn statement as he admired the winged being. Did you hear my prayer?
Though he did not want to look away, eventually his mortal coil betrayed him and the mermanta blinked. Only then did he realize he had been holding his breath, and he inclined his head in respect to the night spirit. I am Hadama. Without knowing the owl's intentions or its reason for appearing it seemed polite to introduce himself. You are very beautiful. A solemn statement as he admired the winged being. Did you hear my prayer?
