HARPER
Here, in this sprawling land with buildings that reach for the ground more the sky, with its citizens and their kindness, their humble ways and bartering systems, there seems to be no place for Harper. He is left without a purpose, a job, a mission. Even from birth he had known what he was meant to do, how he could help. From learning to fly the trapeze and walk the tightrope to put on a show and support his family, to the rigorous schedule the assassins had kept him to, to his mentor's nightly regime around the city. Downtime is a foreign word to Harper, and he is left with this: wandering, meandering, exploring. Vainly hoping in some small way that as he traverses this unfamiliar paths that maybe he will find his place. Or perhaps help someone, if only to feel useful for a moment in this foreign land.
Of all the things he expects as he walks through the undergrowth, a chicken is not one of them.
The two stare at one another in some sort of Western stand-off. Harper blinks slowly, wondering if maybe he's hallucinating, but nope. That's...that sure is a chicken. As if to emphasize this the feathery little thing clucks and tuts at him before striding away. Harper stares after it, mouth slowly falling open as he gazes around almost frantically for someone else to have seen that. Of course there is nobody, but he hastens his pace towards the wayward fowl nonetheless. It is far too well-fed to be wild (are there even any wild chickens in the world? He's a city boy, what does he know) and used to human contact at the very least he discovers as he coaxes it towards him and swoops it up. Footballs the little chicken under his armpit, and hopes it doesn't peck him to death before he can find an owner.
The farm he comes across shortly after seems like an appropriate place to start, and he ventures nervously across the fields, hoping he isn't trespassing. There is a tall, dark-haired man staring at the wreckage of some sort of structure, and Harper approaches and clears his throat softly, hoping to catch the man's attention. It's natural to come forth with a smile as warm as noonday sun, hoping he's in the right place. "Hello there, sorry for intruding. Uh...is this little gal yours?" Here he gestures to the hen sitting grumpily under his arm, sheepishly staring at the other man and hoping to the Gods that he's the owner. The hen may just kill him if he has to carry her any longer.
Nathaniel
Of all the things he expects as he walks through the undergrowth, a chicken is not one of them.
The two stare at one another in some sort of Western stand-off. Harper blinks slowly, wondering if maybe he's hallucinating, but nope. That's...that sure is a chicken. As if to emphasize this the feathery little thing clucks and tuts at him before striding away. Harper stares after it, mouth slowly falling open as he gazes around almost frantically for someone else to have seen that. Of course there is nobody, but he hastens his pace towards the wayward fowl nonetheless. It is far too well-fed to be wild (are there even any wild chickens in the world? He's a city boy, what does he know) and used to human contact at the very least he discovers as he coaxes it towards him and swoops it up. Footballs the little chicken under his armpit, and hopes it doesn't peck him to death before he can find an owner.
The farm he comes across shortly after seems like an appropriate place to start, and he ventures nervously across the fields, hoping he isn't trespassing. There is a tall, dark-haired man staring at the wreckage of some sort of structure, and Harper approaches and clears his throat softly, hoping to catch the man's attention. It's natural to come forth with a smile as warm as noonday sun, hoping he's in the right place. "Hello there, sorry for intruding. Uh...is this little gal yours?" Here he gestures to the hen sitting grumpily under his arm, sheepishly staring at the other man and hoping to the Gods that he's the owner. The hen may just kill him if he has to carry her any longer.
some things take insane bravery
but after that, you'll be free
but after that, you'll be free
