Hadama looked down at the boat curiously. After a moment he cupped large hands beneath it and lifted it on the pool of water trapped therein so he could examine the construction further. He made no motion at Maea's approach until he was content that he understood the little vessel's design, and then he lowered it carefully to the side and set it free to continue its journey towards the nearby surf.
Only then did he look up to the pale woman who seemed to glow in the moonlight and tilt his head in greeting at her. "Good evening," he murmured in return, voice a low rumble like faraway longheat thunder, or the breaking of waves on a distant beach. Thereafter he was silent, simply regarding the strange, colorless drylander with courteous but curious eyes, patient and unhurried as he held himself in place against the gentle current of the starlit canal.
Only then did he look up to the pale woman who seemed to glow in the moonlight and tilt his head in greeting at her. "Good evening," he murmured in return, voice a low rumble like faraway longheat thunder, or the breaking of waves on a distant beach. Thereafter he was silent, simply regarding the strange, colorless drylander with courteous but curious eyes, patient and unhurried as he held himself in place against the gentle current of the starlit canal.
