Vague notions were met with quiet patience but as with fishing: good things came to those who waited. Details began to drop like rain upon the waves, tiny clues that added up one by one to form a greater picture of Chaele's intentions. Luck and protection were things that Hadama could understand, and he tilted his head in neutral acknowledgment on the ubiquity of spirits.
She sank down upon the sand and Hadama arranged himself more comfortably in the quiet tide, listening to the words she shared and giving each its thoughtful due. Now that the cathedral would soon be repaired he held no grudge against what had been take in ignorance rather than malice, and he could afford to be curious.
"I have heard of humans who can do this," he agreed, nodding slowly. "The making of magical items. It is not an ability my people have ever possessed." A hint of regret, perhaps, in his bass tone. But it wasn't something that could be changed yet, and so he met her eyes calmly, curiously. "What will you do with this power, if you gain it?"
She sank down upon the sand and Hadama arranged himself more comfortably in the quiet tide, listening to the words she shared and giving each its thoughtful due. Now that the cathedral would soon be repaired he held no grudge against what had been take in ignorance rather than malice, and he could afford to be curious.
"I have heard of humans who can do this," he agreed, nodding slowly. "The making of magical items. It is not an ability my people have ever possessed." A hint of regret, perhaps, in his bass tone. But it wasn't something that could be changed yet, and so he met her eyes calmly, curiously. "What will you do with this power, if you gain it?"
