"Mm." His agreement was not exactly enthusiastic but instead was thoughtful as he paused to debate a spiraling shell. Finding a crack in one side he placed it back in the water to fall to the sandy sea floor below. He had a great deal left to explore, even if only within the Bay, but the amber and shells were already proving of interest, and the ningos had certainly been cute little things.
He listened with interest, learning more about the headmistress with every word. He tilted his head when she gave him an excuse, considering her words before shaking his head. "No. I could have found time sooner. But such things are..." He paused, seeking the right words before lifting his shoulders in a slight shrug as he looked over the shells that conveniently appeared in front of him. "I prefer a small, quiet court," he admitted at length. "And my people can be difficult to accommodate." The food would likely be out of their reach, requiring them to ask for help - a blow to the pride of some Merfolk. And the less said about the dance floor the better.
Choosing two of the shells to add to his growing collection, he suddenly dove down and resurfaced with a chunk of smoky green sea glass that would make a good centerpiece between the shells and amber. He gave the Valkyrie his attention once more, and something perilously close to amusement flickered in his eyes. "Torchline might be more to your liking," he suggested, his tone suspiciously innocent. "It is rare for the revelry to stop in Haulani."
He listened with interest, learning more about the headmistress with every word. He tilted his head when she gave him an excuse, considering her words before shaking his head. "No. I could have found time sooner. But such things are..." He paused, seeking the right words before lifting his shoulders in a slight shrug as he looked over the shells that conveniently appeared in front of him. "I prefer a small, quiet court," he admitted at length. "And my people can be difficult to accommodate." The food would likely be out of their reach, requiring them to ask for help - a blow to the pride of some Merfolk. And the less said about the dance floor the better.
Choosing two of the shells to add to his growing collection, he suddenly dove down and resurfaced with a chunk of smoky green sea glass that would make a good centerpiece between the shells and amber. He gave the Valkyrie his attention once more, and something perilously close to amusement flickered in his eyes. "Torchline might be more to your liking," he suggested, his tone suspiciously innocent. "It is rare for the revelry to stop in Haulani."
