A flicker of interest lit green eyes at the mention of her profession, and he inclined his head in a deep nod of respect before he considered her terms. "I can trade food. Mussels. Or a future favor." He lifted his bag of fresh forage high enough to show the wet shells and wriggling fins of dinner before submerging them once more.
"I am Hadama." A simple introduction in his low voice, like a distant thunder of surf. "Do you live in Kaiholo?" A less-frequented area of the canals than Haulani, and likely to hold more strangers, though his experience with drylanders in general was still fairly small.
"I am Hadama." A simple introduction in his low voice, like a distant thunder of surf. "Do you live in Kaiholo?" A less-frequented area of the canals than Haulani, and likely to hold more strangers, though his experience with drylanders in general was still fairly small.
