Harper
With Jude returned to his mother for their visitation time, Harper takes the remainder of the day to himself in the Wildwood, grappling with the fraught tangle of emotions in his chest. Leaving the Village behind on human feet is a matter of respect to any of the Attuned and the older Fae in the area. They do not deserve the residual echo of his emotions tainting their own moods, no matter how badly he desires to pierce through the boughs and branches overhead on soot-black wings to find peace amidst the clouds and wind.
He nearly tramples on the young woman's skirts, so deep in his head does he find himself. Dancing to the side in something too steady to be called a stumble, Harper flushes to his ears in embarrassment at his own lack of focus as he eyes the colorful fabric to ensure he hadn't trod spring soil onto its hem. "I'm so sorry, I know you're too colorful for it to be believable if I say I didn't see you, but I was distracted," he laughs, hand coming to his nape in a habitual sheepish motion. Eyeing the way the young woman rests against the base of the tree, Harper can't help the sudden concern that creases his dark brows. "Are you okay? Do you need help making it to the Village?" The Greatwood loves to send non-natives on winding trails, ones that could easily tire someone out to dangerous levels if they didn't come prepared. He has certainly seen it happen enough times to automatically offer assistance to anyone who looks remotely out of breath.
He nearly tramples on the young woman's skirts, so deep in his head does he find himself. Dancing to the side in something too steady to be called a stumble, Harper flushes to his ears in embarrassment at his own lack of focus as he eyes the colorful fabric to ensure he hadn't trod spring soil onto its hem. "I'm so sorry, I know you're too colorful for it to be believable if I say I didn't see you, but I was distracted," he laughs, hand coming to his nape in a habitual sheepish motion. Eyeing the way the young woman rests against the base of the tree, Harper can't help the sudden concern that creases his dark brows. "Are you okay? Do you need help making it to the Village?" The Greatwood loves to send non-natives on winding trails, ones that could easily tire someone out to dangerous levels if they didn't come prepared. He has certainly seen it happen enough times to automatically offer assistance to anyone who looks remotely out of breath.
can we go back to the world we had?
with a love so sweet it makes me sad
with a love so sweet it makes me sad
