The ruins she gestures to speak for themselves, and Harper - for all he can appreciate the fun they supply him - is aware that there is little joy to be taken from its current state. "I'm here to be a pleasant distraction," he asserts jovially instead with a grin and an impish wink. "Audience of one still counts right?" She could have the place of honor, front row center seat to Harper's tomfoolery.
The lore surrounding Halo's creation is admittedly captivating, and he has to fight not to look like a starry-eyed and whimsical child being easily fooled by fanciful stories. Except he is, because there's no fun in losing that kind of magical mystery in your life. "Consider it a date." Slate blue eyes crinkle with mirth, wondering what her reaction will be to such forward, inescapable flirtations. Certainly if she gives him the sign he'll back off, but she's already proving to be delightful company, and a witty contender.
With a delighted laugh he bends and gets some loose dust on his hands, reaching forward with a beckoning gesture for Weaver to give him her palms to spread it over. She could have done so herself but where's the fun in that? "Step one: climbing. You can't fly if you're on the ground. The dust will help you grip better especially as you start to sweat." Dusting up his own palms isn't a priority with his experience, using what remains as he advances back to the fallen buildings, leading Weaver to a collapsed wall that has formed somewhat of a rocky triangle. With a grin he runs up the base of it as far as it will take him, and with an easy jump grabs onto the lip of the top of the building and hauls himself up. Turning to look down at his new pupil with a smirk. "Make sure to get some momentum! Don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall." Though he suspects she won't be needing his help at all.
The lore surrounding Halo's creation is admittedly captivating, and he has to fight not to look like a starry-eyed and whimsical child being easily fooled by fanciful stories. Except he is, because there's no fun in losing that kind of magical mystery in your life. "Consider it a date." Slate blue eyes crinkle with mirth, wondering what her reaction will be to such forward, inescapable flirtations. Certainly if she gives him the sign he'll back off, but she's already proving to be delightful company, and a witty contender.
With a delighted laugh he bends and gets some loose dust on his hands, reaching forward with a beckoning gesture for Weaver to give him her palms to spread it over. She could have done so herself but where's the fun in that? "Step one: climbing. You can't fly if you're on the ground. The dust will help you grip better especially as you start to sweat." Dusting up his own palms isn't a priority with his experience, using what remains as he advances back to the fallen buildings, leading Weaver to a collapsed wall that has formed somewhat of a rocky triangle. With a grin he runs up the base of it as far as it will take him, and with an easy jump grabs onto the lip of the top of the building and hauls himself up. Turning to look down at his new pupil with a smirk. "Make sure to get some momentum! Don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall." Though he suspects she won't be needing his help at all.
HARPER
