HARPER
Harper rocks backwards onto his tailbone with the force of his laughter at Seren's triumphant victory and ensuing enthusiasm. It's a breath of fresh air, admittedly. He has deeply missed having a pupil, and such a dedicated one at that. Rocking back to regard her, he mimics her pose, propping his chin in his hand and humming both thoughtfully and encouragingly at her deductions. It's a trait he wants to foster in her, one not of surveillance and suspicion, but attentiveness and empathy.
"It was a busy place. Very few children, aside from the ones in the crowd. But we lived in caravans, and were elbow to elbow most every day. Helping each other wasn't expected of us because of our job, it was simply something we did. Who we were." There's a warmth and wistfulness to his voice, a distance to his gaze as he recalls the golden memories. It will always hurt a little. The comfort of nostalgia and better times helps ease it.
"They taught me everything they knew. I may have been a trapeze artist with my parents, but I learned so much beyond that; throwing knives, contortion, sword swallowing, fire breathing." Shaking his head slightly to pull away from the reel of visions in his eyes, Harper laughs slightly. "Or, the appropriate level for an acrobat child of course." Nothing too dangerous, though many would consider the trapeze dangerous enough at that age - especially with no net during high stakes performances.
"It was a busy place. Very few children, aside from the ones in the crowd. But we lived in caravans, and were elbow to elbow most every day. Helping each other wasn't expected of us because of our job, it was simply something we did. Who we were." There's a warmth and wistfulness to his voice, a distance to his gaze as he recalls the golden memories. It will always hurt a little. The comfort of nostalgia and better times helps ease it.
"They taught me everything they knew. I may have been a trapeze artist with my parents, but I learned so much beyond that; throwing knives, contortion, sword swallowing, fire breathing." Shaking his head slightly to pull away from the reel of visions in his eyes, Harper laughs slightly. "Or, the appropriate level for an acrobat child of course." Nothing too dangerous, though many would consider the trapeze dangerous enough at that age - especially with no net during high stakes performances.
some things take insane bravery
but after that, you'll be free
but after that, you'll be free
