Harper
It's a bit of a hullabaloo, their near-collision and subsequent apologies, and it helps wash away the dire mood that had been clinging to Harper's shoulders mere seconds before. While the Fae are far more tolerant of his presence after years of visitation, the young woman's laughter is a balm he hadn't known he'd needed until he heard it. Something far friendlier than anything he's faced in the past few days.
Harper can't help his own charmed laugh at her exuberance, the way her words trickle forth in an eager stream despite her supposed exhaustion. "It's beautiful here, absolutely. I usually fly my way in and out when I'm not escorting my son, the trees are too wily and love to make me late," he chuckles sheepishly. Extending a hand as she hadn't done so herself, Harper smiles warmly. "Harper! It's a pleasure. Sounds like you're not a local then?" Though her admiration of the forest didn't necessarily fully imply being a visitor, it held the wonder of one.
Harper can't help his own charmed laugh at her exuberance, the way her words trickle forth in an eager stream despite her supposed exhaustion. "It's beautiful here, absolutely. I usually fly my way in and out when I'm not escorting my son, the trees are too wily and love to make me late," he chuckles sheepishly. Extending a hand as she hadn't done so herself, Harper smiles warmly. "Harper! It's a pleasure. Sounds like you're not a local then?" Though her admiration of the forest didn't necessarily fully imply being a visitor, it held the wonder of one.
can we go back to the world we had?
with a love so sweet it makes me sad
with a love so sweet it makes me sad
