Manta or mer, Hadama was not a small shadow with his distinctively broad wings. And Maeve, though a petite shadow blurred to anonymity, was easy to tell apart from her fellow Torchers by the speed and grace with which she slid across the frozen water. He followed his impromptu dancing partner as she skated above, listening for the cue--
Again, the abrupt silence as blades left ice, and Hadama tucked his head and rolled forward in an underwater somersault. He heard the sharp clunk of impact as steel met ice once more and he twisted to follow the sound, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of the fleeting shadow overhead and make sure he was still beneath her. She had gotten a little ahead of him, and he put on a small burst of speed to catch up and swim along beneath her once more.
Again, the abrupt silence as blades left ice, and Hadama tucked his head and rolled forward in an underwater somersault. He heard the sharp clunk of impact as steel met ice once more and he twisted to follow the sound, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of the fleeting shadow overhead and make sure he was still beneath her. She had gotten a little ahead of him, and he put on a small burst of speed to catch up and swim along beneath her once more.
