Hadama watched the fiery-haired woman's balancing antics with calm, quiet laughter in his eyes, though his face expression didn't change from polite neutrality. "Hello," he greeted back with a solemn nod as she found a less precarious vantage from which to speak. "I am Hadama. It is nice to meet you." The introduction was added with growing confidence in dryland customs and ritual words.
Her question was a good one, and he tilted his head thoughtfully. "There are sweet fish. Halibut. Grouper. Swordfish. And sometimes there is fruit that has fallen into the sea. Is that what you mean?" He looked up at her with his own curiosity. "What do humans consider sweet?"
Her question was a good one, and he tilted his head thoughtfully. "There are sweet fish. Halibut. Grouper. Swordfish. And sometimes there is fruit that has fallen into the sea. Is that what you mean?" He looked up at her with his own curiosity. "What do humans consider sweet?"
