Harper
This time around, Harper is beginning to doubt his approach to this quest. While his artistic abilities are nothing to sneeze at, the challenge of capturing sunlight in a mirror is harder than he'd anticipated. Eventually he'd had to settle on capturing part of his hair in the mirror as well, drawing part of the side of the mirror - a beautiful golden lattice design that had caught his eye when buying it in the market - to make it clear what the subject was.
He looks horribly strange though; sitting on the sand with a mirror shoved into it a few feet in front of him, angled up at the sunlight overhead, with a small canvas in his lap. But it's a beautiful day and Harper can't imagine doing anything more fulfilling in that moment, listening to the waves and capturing the perfect color of the sky on his palette.
He looks horribly strange though; sitting on the sand with a mirror shoved into it a few feet in front of him, angled up at the sunlight overhead, with a small canvas in his lap. But it's a beautiful day and Harper can't imagine doing anything more fulfilling in that moment, listening to the waves and capturing the perfect color of the sky on his palette.
When you're lost I'll show you the way back home
I'll stay until the morning comes, and show you how to live again
I'll stay until the morning comes, and show you how to live again
