HARPER
The lighthouse shrine holds a special place in his heart, though ironically it's not the one he had Attuned at. Harper had not spent long today and had not asked for Safrin's presence, but he tried to keep a habit of placing offerings at various shrines in Torchline and the Grounds, whispering prayers that otherwise resided only in his mind.
Expecting nothing more than a long walk back to the Inn, Harper is startled when he emerges from the doorway at the base of the lighthouse and is met with rumbling clouds and dark skies that hadn't been remotely in the area when he'd entered. Or maybe he had just been up there for longer than he thought? The lack of watches and clocks in Caido is still something he can't quite adjust to.
Venturing out from the doorway, eyeing the sky hesitantly, Harper begins to hustle down the path in hopes that it will hold out long enough to get back to town. Of course he's only halfway down the steps to the lighthouse when the first fat drops hit his head, and Harper groans aloud as the rest seems to come down in a gleeful deluge.
Expecting nothing more than a long walk back to the Inn, Harper is startled when he emerges from the doorway at the base of the lighthouse and is met with rumbling clouds and dark skies that hadn't been remotely in the area when he'd entered. Or maybe he had just been up there for longer than he thought? The lack of watches and clocks in Caido is still something he can't quite adjust to.
Venturing out from the doorway, eyeing the sky hesitantly, Harper begins to hustle down the path in hopes that it will hold out long enough to get back to town. Of course he's only halfway down the steps to the lighthouse when the first fat drops hit his head, and Harper groans aloud as the rest seems to come down in a gleeful deluge.
caught in this reckless raging fury
that they call the love of God
that they call the love of God
