Hadama watched her expression fall with a flicker of amusement in green eyes. Melita hadn't been bruised by the seed pod, after all; he was a little more biased on the issue, and reminded of it every time the sore spot on his chest twinged.
He blinked at the rock she found and took it, turning it over in his hand and testing the weight of it. "It will be sturdier," he agreed, but he turned a gleaming eye on her. "But I do not want to get hit by it. Aim it further out into the pool. And if I cannot find it, make a wish. The L'ma might like it." He swam a little further back this time in case he needed more time to dodge and lobbed the rock a little to the right of Mel.
"Have you wished on the L'ma before?"
He blinked at the rock she found and took it, turning it over in his hand and testing the weight of it. "It will be sturdier," he agreed, but he turned a gleaming eye on her. "But I do not want to get hit by it. Aim it further out into the pool. And if I cannot find it, make a wish. The L'ma might like it." He swam a little further back this time in case he needed more time to dodge and lobbed the rock a little to the right of Mel.
"Have you wished on the L'ma before?"
