Come, lay with me, if you do not fear what hides in the dark
Watching her work is entrancing, and though the starlight is bright enough to burn he can scarcely blink, and looking away is entirely out of the question. Yet somehow it doesn’t register that she is making something for him until the moment the light dims, leaving in its wake a staff in her masterful hands. Her demonstration draws Harper’s wide-eyed gaze, admittedly feeling overwhelmed by her giving nature and her kindness. He scarcely feels he deserves it, but he tentatively opens his own hands to take the staff from her.
“I...thank you, Safrin. I don’t know what to say. You’re truly incredible.” His musings had not been more than that; to have her so simply create such a powerful weapon within moments with no aid needed...it’s truly a display of her divine might. And he knows as he looks into her eyes, as deep and intricate as the galaxies themselves, that he has made the right decision in choosing her. “I know I’ve asked so much of you tonight. But I...” Harper has never been one frequently at a loss for words, but with how poleaxed and humbled he feels he’s going to give himself a pass. “When we first met, you offered me a choice. One I wasn’t ready to make, but now I’m certain.” He had been before she’d even descended into the lighthouse, it had been the entire reason for his visit tonight. “I’d like to be yours. Fully, if you’ll have me. I am trying to learn to ask for what I want, and more than anything I want to be Attuned to you.” It is so much more than power or a change in form. It is a connection, a devotion to a singular herald, and Harper has no more doubts about his place in this new world to keep him from choosing her.
“I...thank you, Safrin. I don’t know what to say. You’re truly incredible.” His musings had not been more than that; to have her so simply create such a powerful weapon within moments with no aid needed...it’s truly a display of her divine might. And he knows as he looks into her eyes, as deep and intricate as the galaxies themselves, that he has made the right decision in choosing her. “I know I’ve asked so much of you tonight. But I...” Harper has never been one frequently at a loss for words, but with how poleaxed and humbled he feels he’s going to give himself a pass. “When we first met, you offered me a choice. One I wasn’t ready to make, but now I’m certain.” He had been before she’d even descended into the lighthouse, it had been the entire reason for his visit tonight. “I’d like to be yours. Fully, if you’ll have me. I am trying to learn to ask for what I want, and more than anything I want to be Attuned to you.” It is so much more than power or a change in form. It is a connection, a devotion to a singular herald, and Harper has no more doubts about his place in this new world to keep him from choosing her.
