HARPER
Her surprise is like poprocks in his brain, a sensation Harper doubts he’ll ever tire of. But why respond when the wind is stealing his laughter? When the panda’s fur is warm and soft against his skin, and he is not alone for once? Sharing this moment, this action, that means so very much to him. There is only room for pure-hearted delight and playful mischief. Mischief that only intensifies at her communicated bewilderment, sparking another laugh that is snatched away as they swing to and fro. He keeps the momentum going with his legs easily. “I’m Harper!” he clarifies, elevating his voice so she can hear it over the rush of air in her sensitive ears.
Harper watches as little paws reach out like a tiny flying Superman, fur in a veritable vortex that seemingly does nothing to dampen her joy. He is belatedly grateful that she isn’t afraid of heights or this could have been a very bad first impression. Instead they seem to be basking in the moment, and though she is not in human form Harper finds the company is still deeply meaningful by virtue of the Attuned bond allowing them to communicate.
“It’s as close to flying as you can get without wings,” and his voice is soft and fond, closing his own eyes to feel the caress of air through his curls like a playful hand. Even with his own Attuned form being a large bird that can experience flight in far more dynamic ways, this is a sensation he’ll never tire of.
Opening his eyes as her paw taps his arm, Harper’s chest nearly cracks beneath the ballooning expansion of his glee. “Absolutely! That’s how we used to train!” Throwing various items back and forth between partners to get used to the motions before ever reaching for another person’s hands. Readjusting his hands on her furry middle, Harper pumps his legs to make their swings faster. “Don’t flail too much okay? And stay belly down!” And then right at the top of the arc of a swing, he throws her into the air as high as he can. Swings back, and forth again, and catches her soundly around the middle as she falls back into range. His laughter trails behind him, eagerly seeking her reaction.
Harper watches as little paws reach out like a tiny flying Superman, fur in a veritable vortex that seemingly does nothing to dampen her joy. He is belatedly grateful that she isn’t afraid of heights or this could have been a very bad first impression. Instead they seem to be basking in the moment, and though she is not in human form Harper finds the company is still deeply meaningful by virtue of the Attuned bond allowing them to communicate.
“It’s as close to flying as you can get without wings,” and his voice is soft and fond, closing his own eyes to feel the caress of air through his curls like a playful hand. Even with his own Attuned form being a large bird that can experience flight in far more dynamic ways, this is a sensation he’ll never tire of.
Opening his eyes as her paw taps his arm, Harper’s chest nearly cracks beneath the ballooning expansion of his glee. “Absolutely! That’s how we used to train!” Throwing various items back and forth between partners to get used to the motions before ever reaching for another person’s hands. Readjusting his hands on her furry middle, Harper pumps his legs to make their swings faster. “Don’t flail too much okay? And stay belly down!” And then right at the top of the arc of a swing, he throws her into the air as high as he can. Swings back, and forth again, and catches her soundly around the middle as she falls back into range. His laughter trails behind him, eagerly seeking her reaction.
some things take insane bravery
but after that, you'll be free
but after that, you'll be free
