HARPER
Harper is very careful as he takes the vial in his frozen fingers, clutching it to his chest for a moment in excitement before tucking it away where it would be safe for the journey. There was no issue if it melted, so he wouldn't worry about it until they were back in the Citadel. Following behind his surly savior (oooh, that sounded good!) Harper watches the younger man scamper up the ladder and realizes the exact same issue at the same time. "Oh yeah, I just put a different paper on top so it doesn't smudge and then it can be rolled!" Which he does as quickly as possible, and then tucks it into the hard protective roll case he'd brought before ascending the ladder.
With his feet on deck, Harper spins slowly, taking in the skyboat with a fittingly impressed expression. "I can't believe this is just yours, it's such high quality! How long did it take you to make it?" He presumes it was made as he hasn't heard of any sellers of these expensive boats. "Oh, where should I sit so I'm out of the way?" He wouldn't mind sitting near the wheel to keep Talyson stuck in conversation, but perhaps now was the kindest time to give the courier a break from Harper's overly-social self.
After Talyson directed him to a proper seat, Harper took his bag off and held it between his ankles so he could marvel at the view over the side of the Skyboat. As promised, it wasn’t a terribly long ride, and the comforting warmth of the Citadel was greatly welcomed. But Harper kept Talyson’s gifted gloves all the same - if only to remind him to hunt the courier down again to return the kind deed he’d done that day for Harper.
- Fin!
With his feet on deck, Harper spins slowly, taking in the skyboat with a fittingly impressed expression. "I can't believe this is just yours, it's such high quality! How long did it take you to make it?" He presumes it was made as he hasn't heard of any sellers of these expensive boats. "Oh, where should I sit so I'm out of the way?" He wouldn't mind sitting near the wheel to keep Talyson stuck in conversation, but perhaps now was the kindest time to give the courier a break from Harper's overly-social self.
After Talyson directed him to a proper seat, Harper took his bag off and held it between his ankles so he could marvel at the view over the side of the Skyboat. As promised, it wasn’t a terribly long ride, and the comforting warmth of the Citadel was greatly welcomed. But Harper kept Talyson’s gifted gloves all the same - if only to remind him to hunt the courier down again to return the kind deed he’d done that day for Harper.
- Fin!
let your faith be bigger than your fear
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
