Kiada and Delphia had effectively smacked him around. He had retreated to his job for a few days, admittedly distant to all those around him as he wrestled with his grief and guilt. But today is not a day for meditations and memories. LongNight approaches, and though the only thing to fear here is looting and stubbing your toe on various paraphernalia if you wander outside, Harper can already tell he's going to go stir crazy. He was never meant to stay still, having been flying on ropes and backflipping on beams since the time he could walk.
So Harper does what he does best. Explores, without a care for anyone else. He's running down the beach laughing as a small group of merchants shout and curse after him, having disapproved of him jumping into and using their stall for his freerunning. But he can't help it, he's meant more for the sky than the sand, and even their half-hearted thrown items his way won't deter him from climbing things he shouldn't just like any overgrown boy.
So Harper does what he does best. Explores, without a care for anyone else. He's running down the beach laughing as a small group of merchants shout and curse after him, having disapproved of him jumping into and using their stall for his freerunning. But he can't help it, he's meant more for the sky than the sand, and even their half-hearted thrown items his way won't deter him from climbing things he shouldn't just like any overgrown boy.
Harper
