HARPER
Harper laughs to the beat of the deer's prancing hooves, the warm air that huffs across his palm like a benediction. The animal is beautiful and charismatic, and Harper is impossibly charmed by it almost immediately. Though regret strikes through him at the weary look and tone to the woman's voice, turning his hips to better face her and aim a warm smile her way. "I'd not forget your needs as well." His scarred hands lift the other flower crown in supplication between them, and though he is no longer kneeling still feels like a loyal subject offering his simplistic goods to the beautiful queen. He hopes she'll take it, will perhaps deign to join him on the patch of dry earth he has claimed for his own.
"Auni," he repeats carefully, turning to smile at the needy creature that prances about in the grass and debris of his creations. Then he swiftly bows to the creature, as if to mockingly knock antlers if he had them, and smiles mischievously from beneath his fringe. "Well met, my little friend of light." Because who would Harper be if he wasn't being dramatic every second of the day?
As he straightens he turns to Kiada, though her name is still lost to him, and bends only slightly at the waist this time. Not to insult her, but because he has to stop himself from reaching automatically for her hand. His adoptive mother - mentor, benefactor, the many titles she has had rolling out like a never-ending scroll - had been a wealthy and affluent woman. Galas and parties had been the antithesis of his circus upbringing and the silent compound of assassins in equal measure, but he'd developed the habits well enough. "Can I know your name in our own language?" Perhaps it's a bit of a tease, but his blue eyes spark with amusement and his grin is boyish. "My name is Harper. Harper Quinn." Not nearly so fancy as Auni, but a respectable enough name.
Turning to look at the half-completed ring of a crown that is left after handing away the other two, he laughs a little self-consciously and runs a hand through his messy hair. "Ah, no. Sorry, I don't know what that is, I only arrived here a few days ago. But it's calming to weave them while I think." Plus they made wonderful, ephemeral presents while the flowers remained vibrant. "What is Fiat Lux though? I'd love to make more if it's some sort of ceremony that involves it."
"Auni," he repeats carefully, turning to smile at the needy creature that prances about in the grass and debris of his creations. Then he swiftly bows to the creature, as if to mockingly knock antlers if he had them, and smiles mischievously from beneath his fringe. "Well met, my little friend of light." Because who would Harper be if he wasn't being dramatic every second of the day?
As he straightens he turns to Kiada, though her name is still lost to him, and bends only slightly at the waist this time. Not to insult her, but because he has to stop himself from reaching automatically for her hand. His adoptive mother - mentor, benefactor, the many titles she has had rolling out like a never-ending scroll - had been a wealthy and affluent woman. Galas and parties had been the antithesis of his circus upbringing and the silent compound of assassins in equal measure, but he'd developed the habits well enough. "Can I know your name in our own language?" Perhaps it's a bit of a tease, but his blue eyes spark with amusement and his grin is boyish. "My name is Harper. Harper Quinn." Not nearly so fancy as Auni, but a respectable enough name.
Turning to look at the half-completed ring of a crown that is left after handing away the other two, he laughs a little self-consciously and runs a hand through his messy hair. "Ah, no. Sorry, I don't know what that is, I only arrived here a few days ago. But it's calming to weave them while I think." Plus they made wonderful, ephemeral presents while the flowers remained vibrant. "What is Fiat Lux though? I'd love to make more if it's some sort of ceremony that involves it."
