I carry all I need to grow inside - give me light, give me warmth
Her realization is amusing, Harper not bothering to conceal his laughter at her endearing surprise. "Well don't worry, the rest of us remembered on your behalf." She has been entrenched in getting the Halenani up and running, which he respects, but admittedly neither of them has allowed themselves time to take a break and breathe. "It is, happy birthday Phoebe," he murmurs with a warm look her way, squeezing her hand and bumping their shoulders together companionably. As they arrive in the cove - secluded, wrapped away from the harsher waves, with soft silt more than sand - Harper relinquishes her hand to set down the basket and begin setting up.
The blanket is laid out first, the basket pinning down the edge as he lays the towels out. There's shade from where the silt turns to rock and trees, and he positions them halfway in the sun and shade. The food is placed in the shade; fruits, bread, a few fun dips like chocolate and caramel. Harper strips his shirt off and tosses it into the basket, kicking his shoes off leaving him in just his swim shorts. Finally he plucks the present out of the bottom of the basket, presenting it with a shy grin to Phoebe. The wrapping is a soft shell pink, with silver ribbon. It hadn't been easy to find, but he hadn't minded supporting tucked away artists in the Port. "This is for you."
It's a long thin box, and when she opens it she'll find a dazzling new gown, clearly high quality just from looking at it, made to her measurements. Harper had admittedly stolen one of her dresses to bring to the seamstress, but he hadn't been caught so he considers it a win. On top of the dress is a necklace, and while not as masterfully made it had come from Harper's own hand. He had acquired the delicate golden chains from a shop, but had clasped them together into an upper arm draping creation studded with an opal stone in the centerpiece that he had found during his beach adventures. He prayed she would enjoy them, as he had wanted to give her something both meaningful and handmade, and something luxurious that she could use in her role as Madame.
The blanket is laid out first, the basket pinning down the edge as he lays the towels out. There's shade from where the silt turns to rock and trees, and he positions them halfway in the sun and shade. The food is placed in the shade; fruits, bread, a few fun dips like chocolate and caramel. Harper strips his shirt off and tosses it into the basket, kicking his shoes off leaving him in just his swim shorts. Finally he plucks the present out of the bottom of the basket, presenting it with a shy grin to Phoebe. The wrapping is a soft shell pink, with silver ribbon. It hadn't been easy to find, but he hadn't minded supporting tucked away artists in the Port. "This is for you."
It's a long thin box, and when she opens it she'll find a dazzling new gown, clearly high quality just from looking at it, made to her measurements. Harper had admittedly stolen one of her dresses to bring to the seamstress, but he hadn't been caught so he considers it a win. On top of the dress is a necklace, and while not as masterfully made it had come from Harper's own hand. He had acquired the delicate golden chains from a shop, but had clasped them together into an upper arm draping creation studded with an opal stone in the centerpiece that he had found during his beach adventures. He prayed she would enjoy them, as he had wanted to give her something both meaningful and handmade, and something luxurious that she could use in her role as Madame.
and watch me come alive
