Hadama had waited at the edge of a canal, watching the drylanders talk about a haven from a war that still seemed distant and strange to the mer. It was one that was coming, all the same, and the manta listened intently to what was being described.
It sounded... not so different from how the discussion over the stargate had gone, and his whip-thin tail lashed the water beneath him in thought.
"Without shifts or magic, how would a mer survive in this haven?" He rumbled at last, pulling himself far enough up out of the water to be heard by the man he had been told was a former dryland governor of Torchline. "And how would we reach it?"
There were more questions, but these two were enough for now; depending on the answers, the rest might not matter.
It sounded... not so different from how the discussion over the stargate had gone, and his whip-thin tail lashed the water beneath him in thought.
"Without shifts or magic, how would a mer survive in this haven?" He rumbled at last, pulling himself far enough up out of the water to be heard by the man he had been told was a former dryland governor of Torchline. "And how would we reach it?"
There were more questions, but these two were enough for now; depending on the answers, the rest might not matter.
