sacrifice what you are for what you can become
Ironic how he'd already collided with her once before, and this was almost a second time.
Her voice fills the air, his name with it. In response, he cocks his head in genuine surprise. Arialla? He never would've gussed that she looked like this, all red hair and freckles, wearing a flowy outfit, picking things up off of the beach. Not because it didn't seem like her but, Henry never would've guessed it anyway, so yes, he is completely taken aback.
Literally, he takes quite a few steps back, to make adequate room for the transformation that suddenly took place in front of her. He appears to her in his human form for the first time.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," he jokes, smiling. He almost immediately takes notice of the bits and pieces of odd things spilled over the sand. "Oh, that's my fault, isn't it?" He offers her a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
Without waiting for an answer, he stoops down to collect all of the flotsam in his arms and place it back in her basket.
"What's all this for?" He wonders curiously, getting back up and lifting the basket back over to her.
Her voice fills the air, his name with it. In response, he cocks his head in genuine surprise. Arialla? He never would've gussed that she looked like this, all red hair and freckles, wearing a flowy outfit, picking things up off of the beach. Not because it didn't seem like her but, Henry never would've guessed it anyway, so yes, he is completely taken aback.
Literally, he takes quite a few steps back, to make adequate room for the transformation that suddenly took place in front of her. He appears to her in his human form for the first time.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," he jokes, smiling. He almost immediately takes notice of the bits and pieces of odd things spilled over the sand. "Oh, that's my fault, isn't it?" He offers her a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
Without waiting for an answer, he stoops down to collect all of the flotsam in his arms and place it back in her basket.
"What's all this for?" He wonders curiously, getting back up and lifting the basket back over to her.
HENRY
