Hadama hadn't heard the man approaching over the sound of surf, but the greeting drew his attention momentarily away from the fantastic display in the heavens, and he nodded congenially at his fellow sky-watcher. He turned back to the sunset until the last sliver of gold disappeared below the horizon, and only then did he push himself awkwardly up to turn and face the human properly.
Wide wings weighed him down in the air, but the smith was strong enough to amply support himself with his arms as he shifted, looking Remi over with quiet curiosity. Green eyes met green and inclined his head in greeting. "Are all dryland sunsets so beautiful?" he asked, voice a deep, quiet rumble that managed to carry over the sound of the waves like distant thunder.
Wide wings weighed him down in the air, but the smith was strong enough to amply support himself with his arms as he shifted, looking Remi over with quiet curiosity. Green eyes met green and inclined his head in greeting. "Are all dryland sunsets so beautiful?" he asked, voice a deep, quiet rumble that managed to carry over the sound of the waves like distant thunder.
