Hadama had been swimming slowly along the bottom of the canals, letting his thoughts of the morning's observations settle into patterns - like trying to reassemble pieces of broken shells to create a cohesive whole. He would think better with food in his stomach, however, and the trading for dryland delicacies could be difficult without assistance.
It was the shadow that drew his attention, wavering in the water and causing the light from above to flicker fitfully. He rolled onto his back, noting a swaying human there, and he twisted back upright and rose to the surface, steely-haired head breaking into air in time to hear the woman's intentions, even if he didn't see to whom she spoke. She didn't seem in danger of falling, after all, and Hadama considered the situation before speaking.
"What kind of sweets are offered on land?" he asked curiously.
It was the shadow that drew his attention, wavering in the water and causing the light from above to flicker fitfully. He rolled onto his back, noting a swaying human there, and he twisted back upright and rose to the surface, steely-haired head breaking into air in time to hear the woman's intentions, even if he didn't see to whom she spoke. She didn't seem in danger of falling, after all, and Hadama considered the situation before speaking.
"What kind of sweets are offered on land?" he asked curiously.
