HARPER
This portal business still gives Harper the heebies, but who can truly complain about something as insanely cool and interesting as teleportation? It takes him some time to investigate the appearance of a new land, too caught up with the dramas and intricacies that are always spreading out in the Grounds it seems. A sticky web that sucks up his time and trips him up whenever he intends to strike out into Torchline.
Of course the promises of a beach win him over quickly enough, and as he steps through into blinding sunshine and miles of sand, Harper wonders why he didn't do this sooner. With a loud whoop of excitement he shamelessly tears his shirt off, glad to have already been wearing scandalously short shorts. It's hot enough in the Grounds, but it won't do to die of heatstroke his first day in Torchline. Without a care in the world he throws his arms out to the side and flops into the sand on his back, sending it spraying up and out and surely getting into crevices he'll have to wince over later.
Still worth it.
Of course the promises of a beach win him over quickly enough, and as he steps through into blinding sunshine and miles of sand, Harper wonders why he didn't do this sooner. With a loud whoop of excitement he shamelessly tears his shirt off, glad to have already been wearing scandalously short shorts. It's hot enough in the Grounds, but it won't do to die of heatstroke his first day in Torchline. Without a care in the world he throws his arms out to the side and flops into the sand on his back, sending it spraying up and out and surely getting into crevices he'll have to wince over later.
Still worth it.
if brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy
I must be a poster child prodigy
