Harper
The Halenani is very different from the building he last new. The changes are neither good nor bad, merely architecture, but Harper is glad to see it standing once more. It feels strange to walk through the entryway now without a position to return to. The workers greet him with half-hugs, kisses upon the cheek, light shoves against his shoulders as they pass him around in joyous reunion. Harper laughs and hugs his way through it, pink-cheeked and flustered, but begs off eventually. They let him go once they get their fill, heedless of his claims that Maeve is waiting for him.
He arrives in the sitting room with rosy cheeks and tousled curls, fondness warring with something caught between shyness and embarrassment. Sitting more gracefully than a man as fit as he is should be capable of, Harper braces his forearms on his knees, fingers interlocking loosely as he gives Maeve a smile. “The Halenani looks great. So do you! How does it feel to be a ruler now?” Business this might be, Harper isn’t the type to get right down to it and forsake friendship and manners alike.
He arrives in the sitting room with rosy cheeks and tousled curls, fondness warring with something caught between shyness and embarrassment. Sitting more gracefully than a man as fit as he is should be capable of, Harper braces his forearms on his knees, fingers interlocking loosely as he gives Maeve a smile. “The Halenani looks great. So do you! How does it feel to be a ruler now?” Business this might be, Harper isn’t the type to get right down to it and forsake friendship and manners alike.
I am water - soft enough to offer life
tough enough to drown it away
tough enough to drown it away
