Ice was a thing of rumor and near-myth in Torchline. Something that happened to other places and people. Water, colder than the depths of the Maw, hardened to be like glass or brittle stone.
Hadama was fascinated by the concept, though he hid it well behind his stoic mask.
Chrys hadn't needed to work very hard to convince him to check it out, once word filtered down to the Underwater City, and he followed gracefully beside her as they navigated the canals into the human city. At the suggestion of a race he tilted his head, pretending to give it his usual thoughtful consideration before nodding slowly with mischief in his eyes. Indeed. And with that single word he flattened himself beneath the water and stroked forward with his broad manta wings, racing towards the place where Rae's touch had transformed liquid water into a tropical winter wonderland.
Hadama was fascinated by the concept, though he hid it well behind his stoic mask.
Chrys hadn't needed to work very hard to convince him to check it out, once word filtered down to the Underwater City, and he followed gracefully beside her as they navigated the canals into the human city. At the suggestion of a race he tilted his head, pretending to give it his usual thoughtful consideration before nodding slowly with mischief in his eyes. Indeed. And with that single word he flattened himself beneath the water and stroked forward with his broad manta wings, racing towards the place where Rae's touch had transformed liquid water into a tropical winter wonderland.
