"You are welcome any time," Hadama assured the young man with a warm inclination of his head, offering personal invitation beyond the casual tourism that had sprung up between land and sea since the War. Unfamiliar with the weaknesses of the Ancients he was unaware of the difficulty Edmund might face in the cooler waters so deep below the surface. If they were both lucky the guildmaster would choose to visit in the Tidebreaker's company, so that the Mer could use his own magics to warm Edmund's passage.
He had only just raised his head once more when the flicker of light caught his attention and Hadama jerked his head up sharply, expression falling into lines of unreadable, stoic stone as he watched the falling stars pass over to the north. 'Mmn. I am... unsure," he said slowly, each word dragged reluctantly from deep in his chest as he stared after the streaks of light long after they had vanished. "It is, at least, far from Torchline."
He had only just raised his head once more when the flicker of light caught his attention and Hadama jerked his head up sharply, expression falling into lines of unreadable, stoic stone as he watched the falling stars pass over to the north. 'Mmn. I am... unsure," he said slowly, each word dragged reluctantly from deep in his chest as he stared after the streaks of light long after they had vanished. "It is, at least, far from Torchline."
