Old Haunts [[For Ali]]
It had been a long time since Namor had been to this door. He wasn't exactly wearing clothes. His long tunic was blue today, little shells and tridents embroidered into the flowing material. A necklace of pearly-white shells hung from his neck, and he carried several bundles under his arm. He was also dry, his blue hair blowing in a slight breeze as he knocked at Ali's door, waiting for an answer. A small smile crept across his features as his fingers traced lightly over the familiar door. He hoped the children were in, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if they weren't, but then, perhaps it would just as much of a surprise if he was waiting for them when they got home...
Chuckling quietly under his breath, he knocked again and waited for an answer.
Chuckling quietly under his breath, he knocked again and waited for an answer.