HARPER
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
Why do we drift so far from home
It’s an honorable vigil, though Harper’s brows rise all the same at the prospect. “It will certainly work, but perhaps I can come and relieve you for a few hours each day, so you can rest?” It wouldn’t be a bother, and already he is adjusting his plans for the following days, finding hours he can provide for Hadama to rest.
It’s a beautiful tradition, and Harper listens with a sincerely attentive expression, one that breaks in a slight laugh at what he asks. “You offer your silence, and your restraint. Whatever wish you give, you cannot tell anyone else present beneath that falling star. A metaphorical offering of sorts.” He’d never considered it that way before, but it’s a sweet sort of realization.
It’s a beautiful tradition, and Harper listens with a sincerely attentive expression, one that breaks in a slight laugh at what he asks. “You offer your silence, and your restraint. Whatever wish you give, you cannot tell anyone else present beneath that falling star. A metaphorical offering of sorts.” He’d never considered it that way before, but it’s a sweet sort of realization.
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Where we will never be alone
