Harper
red pill in his hand
paranoid cutie with a dark past
paranoid cutie with a dark past
Moving the eggs is not an easy task, and Harper - still living at the Inn with Phoebe’s things until she calls him to Stormbreak - admittedly doesn’t have anywhere to put one. Officially. It doesn’t mean he isn’t going to absolutely try regardless, as made obvious by the tarp and straps he has gathered in a vain attempt to secret away such a large object.
He’s not the first one at the Egg Stonehenge, but luckily all three seem intact. Good. Potential friends still safe. The woman is recognizable to him as someone who lives in Torchline, but they’ve yet to meet individually - another potential friend then, what a score.
“Morning!” Calls out across the sand as Harper jogs to meet Raza with wind-tousled hair and a bright, boyish smile. “I see nobody has tried to mess with them yet. I’m hoping to steal one and try to hatch it.” All thought of lying out the window - there’s three, plenty to go around right?
He’s not the first one at the Egg Stonehenge, but luckily all three seem intact. Good. Potential friends still safe. The woman is recognizable to him as someone who lives in Torchline, but they’ve yet to meet individually - another potential friend then, what a score.
“Morning!” Calls out across the sand as Harper jogs to meet Raza with wind-tousled hair and a bright, boyish smile. “I see nobody has tried to mess with them yet. I’m hoping to steal one and try to hatch it.” All thought of lying out the window - there’s three, plenty to go around right?
it's that type of dangerous thing
when he feels like the boy next door
when he feels like the boy next door
