HARPER
"Not a person - a place," he corrects kindly, smile warm. "I lived here for a long time before Phoebe and I moved to Torchline at Frey's behest. Really, I was just nostalgic. No real goal but the adventure - and now this of course." The smile blossoms into a boyish grin, which cracks beneath the weight of his laughter when she calls him out on his cheating. "It's not my fault you all have such terrible poker faces!" The objection is playful, ignoring the dark reasons behind why his own was so flawless.
Locke is a familiar name as well, both from living in Torchline for so long and from seeing him around Maeve more frequently in the past season. Knowing better than to pry - or tease - Harper instead watches as she throws her stone and begins to hop down the course. "In the Greatwood, you said. Well - I'd avoid Ludo's Woods, just in case. It can be...tough to deal with." Grimacing at the reminder of his own first - and only - meeting with Mort's herald, Harper shakes his curly head to dispel the thoughts.
Maeve's completion hangs on a thin balance for a moment, but her success is met with whooping and cheers from the man, heedless of the embarrassed and scornful looks it earns him from the older children who feel they have style to cramp in the first place. "Never challenge an acrobat to balance games my dear," he crows, and cheerily throws his stones down the course, confidently hopping off on one foot for his turn.
Locke is a familiar name as well, both from living in Torchline for so long and from seeing him around Maeve more frequently in the past season. Knowing better than to pry - or tease - Harper instead watches as she throws her stone and begins to hop down the course. "In the Greatwood, you said. Well - I'd avoid Ludo's Woods, just in case. It can be...tough to deal with." Grimacing at the reminder of his own first - and only - meeting with Mort's herald, Harper shakes his curly head to dispel the thoughts.
Maeve's completion hangs on a thin balance for a moment, but her success is met with whooping and cheers from the man, heedless of the embarrassed and scornful looks it earns him from the older children who feel they have style to cramp in the first place. "Never challenge an acrobat to balance games my dear," he crows, and cheerily throws his stones down the course, confidently hopping off on one foot for his turn.
Can we go back to the world we had?
With a love so sweet it makes me sad
With a love so sweet it makes me sad
