HARPER
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
Why do we drift so far from home
The moon is just beginning to rise over the ocean as Harper ventures out across the sand. Maeve had seen him off with a silent, understanding look. He knows her ear is always open to his worried mind, but sometimes, the only cure for his chaotic brain and restless legs is a long walk along the shore. Even with his rigorous daily workout regiment, he can never seem to exhaust himself of the energy that years of training had drilled into him, and though patrols are scarcely a thing in Torchline he pretends his pacing is somewhat of an equivalent.
He’s not expecting to be totally alone, but Hadama’s presence is completely unexpected. Or really the presence of any mer this late at night. Harper considers passing by with only a friendly tilt of his head or perhaps a wave, but the forger seems hard at work, and Harper has never been able to resist offering assistance. Walking closer, he clears his throat gently just in case Hadama somehow hadn’t already seen him. “Are you a fellow late night enjoyer, or am I intruding on something specific?” He wouldn’t be surprised if it was some sort of prayer or ritual unknown to him.
He’s not expecting to be totally alone, but Hadama’s presence is completely unexpected. Or really the presence of any mer this late at night. Harper considers passing by with only a friendly tilt of his head or perhaps a wave, but the forger seems hard at work, and Harper has never been able to resist offering assistance. Walking closer, he clears his throat gently just in case Hadama somehow hadn’t already seen him. “Are you a fellow late night enjoyer, or am I intruding on something specific?” He wouldn’t be surprised if it was some sort of prayer or ritual unknown to him.
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Where we will never be alone
