Hadama paused his attack on the skull-stone at the sound of his name. A deep breath filled his lungs, and he let it out slowly as he turned to the source of it. They had never spoken one-on-one, but he had seen the lad from a distance, and heard about him from many. Though the boy had changed, and then changed, and then changed again, he still recognized his friend Maeve's son. Harper's adopted son. Ray's...
Even through his own grief he noted the boy's eyes, as red as his own might have been if he had been unable to hide his tears in the ocean. "Edmund," he rumbled, his deep voice revealing a shadow of the sorrow he held inside. "Of course." It was not so much a distraction as a re-focusing, widening his effort to improve himself to include one of his people, and especially someone who had been dear to Ray.
The water swirled around his tail and drew upwards, raising him to be on a more comfortable level with the young Ancient from the near distance of the shallows. "What would you like to work on today?"
Even through his own grief he noted the boy's eyes, as red as his own might have been if he had been unable to hide his tears in the ocean. "Edmund," he rumbled, his deep voice revealing a shadow of the sorrow he held inside. "Of course." It was not so much a distraction as a re-focusing, widening his effort to improve himself to include one of his people, and especially someone who had been dear to Ray.
The water swirled around his tail and drew upwards, raising him to be on a more comfortable level with the young Ancient from the near distance of the shallows. "What would you like to work on today?"
