HARPER
“Proof? Is he refusing to tell you then?” It’s an amusing notion, that the man would make her cavort about trying to find answers instead of giving them plainly. Certainly one way to keep overeager children from bothering you to pieces. Though how this hunt has sustained her into young adulthood is a mystery.
She seems to blossom back into herself, emboldened by the fading ache of her shoulder. It will surely bruise - lurid and livid, a mark of her exploits - but at least the initial pain has passed, leaving Seren to return to being pleasant and delightful company. Not that she hadn’t been before of course, but the fraught nature of their union has thankfully resolved.
Harper has shifted so few times in the presence of others that it is a novelty unto itself to hear her crow (heh) her delight at his figure. The pressure of fingers on his plumage is a strange one, though not at all unpleasant. Harper preens, opening his wings slightly for her fingertips to explore. They flutter in full span when she begins to rise, startled by the smooth shift in gravity and movement of the knee beneath his talons. Staring down at the sand which moves farther away from them, Harper ruffles his feathers up in a doglike shake, fluffing to nearly twice his already impressive size. “Fly!” It croaks free from his throat in a delighted chirrup of sound, and though he’s reluctant to shift back his birdy vocals aren’t exactly conducive to real conversation.
Careful not to prick her with his nails, he soars off her leg and circles wide, landing in the sand at her floating side once more and smoothly shifting back to human form. “That’s still incredible. How far up can you go?” Perhaps she would only need a type of propulsion once in the air. Or he could tether them together and fly her around for an entirely new brand of shenanigans.
She seems to blossom back into herself, emboldened by the fading ache of her shoulder. It will surely bruise - lurid and livid, a mark of her exploits - but at least the initial pain has passed, leaving Seren to return to being pleasant and delightful company. Not that she hadn’t been before of course, but the fraught nature of their union has thankfully resolved.
Harper has shifted so few times in the presence of others that it is a novelty unto itself to hear her crow (heh) her delight at his figure. The pressure of fingers on his plumage is a strange one, though not at all unpleasant. Harper preens, opening his wings slightly for her fingertips to explore. They flutter in full span when she begins to rise, startled by the smooth shift in gravity and movement of the knee beneath his talons. Staring down at the sand which moves farther away from them, Harper ruffles his feathers up in a doglike shake, fluffing to nearly twice his already impressive size. “Fly!” It croaks free from his throat in a delighted chirrup of sound, and though he’s reluctant to shift back his birdy vocals aren’t exactly conducive to real conversation.
Careful not to prick her with his nails, he soars off her leg and circles wide, landing in the sand at her floating side once more and smoothly shifting back to human form. “That’s still incredible. How far up can you go?” Perhaps she would only need a type of propulsion once in the air. Or he could tether them together and fly her around for an entirely new brand of shenanigans.
in the night you come to me because I'm the one who knows who you are
