HARPER
It's an easy rhythm to fall into, one that is achingly familiar. Harper hands her the dishes one by one, and takes his time with them - there weren't many to begin with, even with what they'd dirtied to cook the meal, and he knows he will be leaving soon after they are dealt with. It makes it easier to linger a little, chat a while longer.
Laughing, Harper hands her a plate. "I wouldn't offer if I wasn't fully willing, just don't write too much that it won't fit in the mailbox!" Grinning, he turns back to the sink and tries not to focus on the way his ears turn pink beneath the force of her faith in him. "I hope so. But at the end of the day, I want to do what Safrin commands. I wonder if Hadama consulted her prior to this." Likely not. It's a rather mundane, human affair, but he can't help but wonder if his goddess will approve if he does win. He has only seen her once after the war, for his current quest. Not nearly enough.
Laughing, Harper hands her a plate. "I wouldn't offer if I wasn't fully willing, just don't write too much that it won't fit in the mailbox!" Grinning, he turns back to the sink and tries not to focus on the way his ears turn pink beneath the force of her faith in him. "I hope so. But at the end of the day, I want to do what Safrin commands. I wonder if Hadama consulted her prior to this." Likely not. It's a rather mundane, human affair, but he can't help but wonder if his goddess will approve if he does win. He has only seen her once after the war, for his current quest. Not nearly enough.
some things take insane bravery
but after that, you'll be free
but after that, you'll be free
