Harper
Elephants in Torchline? Not so uncommon a vision with Harper living on its shores. He is still wading around in the shallows leading to the first dotted island, splashing about by virtue of his massive size no matter how slowly he moves. As much as he loves the sky and the freedom his wings provide, capable of flying in ways he could never achieve even on the trapeze, there is something wholly peaceful and solid about his elephant form. Like an embodiment of stability and impenetrable shielding. Harper recalls Safrin commenting that the shape is dependent upon the soul, and large ears buffet at his face at the embarrassment the introspection brings, far too humble.
Peering down at a school of fish, he chases after them with his trunk, and then idly blows bubbles just for the simple joy of doing so.
Peering down at a school of fish, he chases after them with his trunk, and then idly blows bubbles just for the simple joy of doing so.
Once I had been wasted land
but you have made me meadow green again
but you have made me meadow green again
