Harper
Smoke billows out and Harper's entire body goes tense, waiting. He's not unfamiliar with fighting literally blind, leans on his hearing and traps the immediate panic that roses in his chest at being defenseless beneath something magical. And then it's gone, and he's left tense and ready but nonetheless curious. Because wow that's uh...thats a genie alright. Like from a kids movie.Still magic, but pretty damn cool.
Harper doesn't trust magic if that hasn't been made obvious. But he has also never been the type to ask for a gift, or to expect one when he could give back instead. So though he's naive to the ways of this place, the answer for him is simple. "I will grant you a boon." Wow, fancy. Can't they just say wish?
Harper offers the genie a boon
