Harper
Figures in the dark come and go, but none with the swiftness the newcomer employs. Harper tenses, large soft ears pinning back against his thick neck as he braces for…anything. Torchline, for all he loves it and is honored to preside over it, is not full of the safest people. These children are under his protection for the moment, and he will defend them with great prejudice if needed. Though his mighty feet hold firm to not accidentally injure any of them, there is a warning to his animalistic posture - one that softens immediately when the frantic breathing and whites of eyes are made apparent.
Sympathy washes over him immediately. Not wanting to startle the children or make them aware of any concerns, Harper takes a chance and reaches for the Attuned bond. It’s okay, they’re safe. Are you alright? His concern is a soft and lovely thing, without pressure or scrutiny. Blowing more water into the air, the children shriek in delight, but Harper’s eyes are entirely for the shaken woman on the beach.
Sympathy washes over him immediately. Not wanting to startle the children or make them aware of any concerns, Harper takes a chance and reaches for the Attuned bond. It’s okay, they’re safe. Are you alright? His concern is a soft and lovely thing, without pressure or scrutiny. Blowing more water into the air, the children shriek in delight, but Harper’s eyes are entirely for the shaken woman on the beach.
Once I had been wasted land
but you have made me meadow green again
but you have made me meadow green again
