Harper
Harper has to bite his lip to - badly - hold in a laugh as the woman snatches her companion out of the air with little fanfare (or, seemingly, patience). As she leans over for a better look, Harper shuffles the painting on his lap to allow her to peruse it better. She is far from critical despite his invitation to be though he's unsure if that's because he's truly talented or she is merely too nice to do it. "Safrin tasked me with capturing sunlight in various areas. I'm collecting pieces of each sunlit substance, but I wanted to do it with art too." No harm in going above and beyond, right?
As their hands meet, Harper shakes hers gently. He can't help it, she seems the delicate sort. But his brain - trained for pattern recognition and memorization years ago - can't help but light up at the sound of her name, making him hold onto her hand too long as he half-stands in excitement. "Oh! Lena! From the skyboat!" Chortling, he drops her hand and sheepishly shifts a few crow feathers in his hair to spur her memory. "I looked a bit different last we met."
As their hands meet, Harper shakes hers gently. He can't help it, she seems the delicate sort. But his brain - trained for pattern recognition and memorization years ago - can't help but light up at the sound of her name, making him hold onto her hand too long as he half-stands in excitement. "Oh! Lena! From the skyboat!" Chortling, he drops her hand and sheepishly shifts a few crow feathers in his hair to spur her memory. "I looked a bit different last we met."
I am water - soft enough to offer life
tough enough to drown it away
tough enough to drown it away
