Harper
Harper salutes lazily - though he's long been told that nobody understands it in this world, it's a cheeky habit that won't die - and begins picking up as many apples as he can carry. Given his nomadic nature he always carries a bag, but he has to fetch it from where he'd dropped it as they'd entered the orchard. It's not much more than Maea can hold given his personal items inside, but they're left with an impressive haul all the same.
A yelp startles out of him as she tosses the apples his way, catching them with swift hands and tucking the extras into the crook of his elbow. Wrinkling his nose at her for her impudence, he grins thereafter and spins around to walk backward while still facing her. "You think so little of my talents? I can do it backwards," he boasts, beginning to juggle them with impressive ease. The laugh that escapes him is far lighter now, and takes up more room unapologetically. It's a start.
A yelp startles out of him as she tosses the apples his way, catching them with swift hands and tucking the extras into the crook of his elbow. Wrinkling his nose at her for her impudence, he grins thereafter and spins around to walk backward while still facing her. "You think so little of my talents? I can do it backwards," he boasts, beginning to juggle them with impressive ease. The laugh that escapes him is far lighter now, and takes up more room unapologetically. It's a start.
I cut my teeth on second-hand sentiments
you can't trust a thing I say
you can't trust a thing I say
