HARPER
Talyson doesn't argue any further, which clearly means Harper has won this particular argument. Satisfied with that victory, he is more amenable to the younger man helping him out (loser's rights or something) and salutes cheerily as the courier takes the vial in hand and departs with one last grumble. Hurrying to put the final touches on his piece in the time Talyson takes to chip off a section of the sunlit ice, Harper rolls up his charcoals so they won't stain the little bag he keeps them in and breaks down his portable stand back into its travel tube to sling over his back. All that's left is the art itself, which he holds carefully with both hands - mostly because he still can't feel them and doesn't want to risk dropping it.
"Ready!" he confirms jovially, half-jogging back towards the courier with a renewed pep in his step. Whether it's caused by the social outlet or the promise of heat is unclear even to him. "How long is the flight back?" Was this particular skyboat faster because of its smaller size?
"Ready!" he confirms jovially, half-jogging back towards the courier with a renewed pep in his step. Whether it's caused by the social outlet or the promise of heat is unclear even to him. "How long is the flight back?" Was this particular skyboat faster because of its smaller size?
let your faith be bigger than your fear
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