A party, the winds and waves seemed to whisper. A remembrance. A wake.
The currents drew Hadama and his young friend away from the familiar coast of Torchline and around the southern horn to the swampy eastern shore, and the mermanta was glad of the company to lighten the journey.
His lantern trailed in the water behind him as they arrived; the glass squid's airbladder filled with glowing plankton and enough air to help it float. He tied it off to an underwater log and swam closer to shore, emerald eyes alight with interest at the delicious smells that wafted from the tables set frustratingly out of reach of the water. And... were those some of the pastries that Melita had helped him procure? But there were so many other fascinating treats besides that he was soon distracted by trying to guess what some of the confections were.
The currents drew Hadama and his young friend away from the familiar coast of Torchline and around the southern horn to the swampy eastern shore, and the mermanta was glad of the company to lighten the journey.
His lantern trailed in the water behind him as they arrived; the glass squid's airbladder filled with glowing plankton and enough air to help it float. He tied it off to an underwater log and swam closer to shore, emerald eyes alight with interest at the delicious smells that wafted from the tables set frustratingly out of reach of the water. And... were those some of the pastries that Melita had helped him procure? But there were so many other fascinating treats besides that he was soon distracted by trying to guess what some of the confections were.
