You've been all the way to broken
lost your sense of where to go
For such a beautiful day, even in the grips of autumn, Harper has far too much to ponder to enjoy it. He has been here almost a year and yet still feels as unmoored and directionless as his first day. No job to attend to every day, no team to train, no city to patrol. It is a lonely and admittedly boring existence. All that he has now is his own self-imposed task of exploring the lands available to him. And after reading about Maea's passing on the Notice Board, he has returned to Torchline to honor her memory however he can.
The legend of the pool is spoken freely, so pure and simple its origins are in comparison to other things, which makes the draw to it all the stronger. Harper fiddles with his chosen stone, staring off over the water as his mind churns and chafes. Oliver's confession, Phoebe's request, Kiada's shared secrets. They all weigh heavy on his mind. His heart aches with a loss he still has not properly coped with, no matter how aware he is that it's time to let go.
Sighing, he drops the rock into the pool, watching as it disappears beneath the surface and hoping for a change of mood. For how well he may wear his sorrow, it is not a cloak he willingly dons.
The legend of the pool is spoken freely, so pure and simple its origins are in comparison to other things, which makes the draw to it all the stronger. Harper fiddles with his chosen stone, staring off over the water as his mind churns and chafes. Oliver's confession, Phoebe's request, Kiada's shared secrets. They all weigh heavy on his mind. His heart aches with a loss he still has not properly coped with, no matter how aware he is that it's time to let go.
Sighing, he drops the rock into the pool, watching as it disappears beneath the surface and hoping for a change of mood. For how well he may wear his sorrow, it is not a cloak he willingly dons.
remember, pain is just an anchor
that you never had control of
HARPER
