Hadama had not visited the island before, but he had heard rumors of its strange pools. Disconnected from the Symphony, he had no way to reach the pools and their mysterious visions without Aquaporting, but he was too cautious to make such a leap without looking first.
So he surfaced at the edge of the island, pushing his wet hair back and looking over the stretch of snowy solitude and the frost-rimmed pools he couldn't quite see from his angle below ground level.
What he could see was a tall, dark-haired man standing nearby, moving the water with a touch of what could only be magic. As he shifted into profile the mermanta recognized the Flood, and after a moment's contemplation he swam into the demigod's view, giving a solemn nod of greeting.
So he surfaced at the edge of the island, pushing his wet hair back and looking over the stretch of snowy solitude and the frost-rimmed pools he couldn't quite see from his angle below ground level.
What he could see was a tall, dark-haired man standing nearby, moving the water with a touch of what could only be magic. As he shifted into profile the mermanta recognized the Flood, and after a moment's contemplation he swam into the demigod's view, giving a solemn nod of greeting.
