He didn't smile, but there was an easing of his expression as only happened among friends; a relaxation of muscles and a lowering of the barriers he placed between himself and strangers - and strange drylanders most of all.
Strange Melita might sometimes be to a sea dweller, but she was no stranger any more and Hadama nodded in quiet contentment that she was well. There was a certain bliss in ignorance; the tale of the Big Daddy landshark hadn't made it undersea yet, and he took her at her word, innocent to the dangers she had braved.
"It has been quiet," he said with the satisfaction of someone who appreciated how rare those times could be on Caido. "I am content." He glanced again to the skewered meat, amusement twinkling in his eyes as he tilted his head in acknowledgment. "I thought I would learn how to cook food in the oversea way. Is that what you are doing today?"
Strange Melita might sometimes be to a sea dweller, but she was no stranger any more and Hadama nodded in quiet contentment that she was well. There was a certain bliss in ignorance; the tale of the Big Daddy landshark hadn't made it undersea yet, and he took her at her word, innocent to the dangers she had braved.
"It has been quiet," he said with the satisfaction of someone who appreciated how rare those times could be on Caido. "I am content." He glanced again to the skewered meat, amusement twinkling in his eyes as he tilted his head in acknowledgment. "I thought I would learn how to cook food in the oversea way. Is that what you are doing today?"
