HENRY
He's dressed in warm winter clothing and brings nothing but himself. At least he's used to building and creating, having spent his life on his family's farm and lived in the Grounds as well. There seemed to always be something that needed repairs, needed to be built. Just another day in the life.
Henry arrives shortly after the fae woman, eyeing her with a bit of interest. It's not everyday he runs into one of the fae, so forgive him if he seems to stare just a little too long at the wings on her back. He does make a valiant effort not to, though, and greets the two of them with a friendly smile.
"Yeah, me too," he tacks onto the tail-end of Juniper's greeting, arriving in time to hear what she's said. Addressing her more directly, since Oliver already knows him, he says, "Name's Henry. I'm from the Grounds."
"Let's get started, shall we?" He glances towards Oliver, awaiting his direction.
Henry arrives shortly after the fae woman, eyeing her with a bit of interest. It's not everyday he runs into one of the fae, so forgive him if he seems to stare just a little too long at the wings on her back. He does make a valiant effort not to, though, and greets the two of them with a friendly smile.
"Yeah, me too," he tacks onto the tail-end of Juniper's greeting, arriving in time to hear what she's said. Addressing her more directly, since Oliver already knows him, he says, "Name's Henry. I'm from the Grounds."
"Let's get started, shall we?" He glances towards Oliver, awaiting his direction.
wherever you run, you see all you leave behind you
lies inside anyone you open
lies inside anyone you open
