You've been all the way to broken
lost your sense of where to go
A soft hum complements Hadama's words in clear agreement. Terrifying as the beast had been in motion, it had only been a sad sight once it was dead. But Harper is Safrin's man through and through - Rae's creations mattered little in comparison to preserving the lives of the citizens of Torchline.
"See you there," he agrees amicably as they part, and begins the journey on foot towards the fountain. It gleams in both the moonlight and the glow of the torches, the soft burble of running water a calming sound as he approaches. It is free of any other guests, which isn't surprising given the time of night. Joining Hadama once more, Harper dips a hand into the well of water for a brief moment, letting its magic work at his over-tired muscles and any strains he hasn't allowed himself to linger on. "I suspect we've both done far too much today. It's nice to just talk for a while," he admits freely as he sits on the ledge of the fountain. "I find myself short on friends these days, or time to spend with them." Now, with the war over, perhaps that would change.
"See you there," he agrees amicably as they part, and begins the journey on foot towards the fountain. It gleams in both the moonlight and the glow of the torches, the soft burble of running water a calming sound as he approaches. It is free of any other guests, which isn't surprising given the time of night. Joining Hadama once more, Harper dips a hand into the well of water for a brief moment, letting its magic work at his over-tired muscles and any strains he hasn't allowed himself to linger on. "I suspect we've both done far too much today. It's nice to just talk for a while," he admits freely as he sits on the ledge of the fountain. "I find myself short on friends these days, or time to spend with them." Now, with the war over, perhaps that would change.
remember, pain is just an anchor
that you never had control of
HARPER
