He examined the items as they were revealed; a curious collection of flotsam and jetsam washed from sea to shore. Once-living things and those made by them were noted, and he watched dispassionately as she began disassembling the dead crab.
He tilted his head in acknowledgment of her words without argument, tucking away the unfamiliar religious theory for future contemplation.
The seagrass soon followed the crab's fate along, but when Chaele gestured to the cathedral Hadama finally shook his head in quiet negation. "The Hale Ka'aila has been here for longer than memory. Longer than records below or above the water. We - mer and human - are its inheritors and caretakers. But not its creators." He turned his head finally to look at the small, mysterious structure as it sang a twilight lullaby. The last of the fading light stroked the seaglass with warm fingers of red and gold that sparked false fire from the topmost spires while the dark waters swirling below and began to glow with the Arclight's nightly display.
He looked back at her, green eyes gleaming from his dark face. "Can you swim?"
He tilted his head in acknowledgment of her words without argument, tucking away the unfamiliar religious theory for future contemplation.
The seagrass soon followed the crab's fate along, but when Chaele gestured to the cathedral Hadama finally shook his head in quiet negation. "The Hale Ka'aila has been here for longer than memory. Longer than records below or above the water. We - mer and human - are its inheritors and caretakers. But not its creators." He turned his head finally to look at the small, mysterious structure as it sang a twilight lullaby. The last of the fading light stroked the seaglass with warm fingers of red and gold that sparked false fire from the topmost spires while the dark waters swirling below and began to glow with the Arclight's nightly display.
He looked back at her, green eyes gleaming from his dark face. "Can you swim?"
