HARPER
The call rings out, trembling in his ears as it projects a sadness he can't fathom the depths of. There is nothing and nobody around him, no creature that could possibly make that noise. And yet he hears it nonetheless from seemingly miles away. Calling, luring, reaching out for help. In all of Harper's years he has never turned away from a hand in need, and today isn't the day to start.
By the time he arrives there is already a milling congregation, which he assumes means he's in the right spot. The waves thrash and the cries are louder here, and Harper's heart twists in his chest. "Poor thing," he says softly, more to himself than anybody around, the few familiar faces far from his side.
By the time he arrives there is already a milling congregation, which he assumes means he's in the right spot. The waves thrash and the cries are louder here, and Harper's heart twists in his chest. "Poor thing," he says softly, more to himself than anybody around, the few familiar faces far from his side.
Get back, put your hands up
kinda messed up, but it's tough luck
kinda messed up, but it's tough luck
