Harper
I was born in a big gray cloud screaming out a love song
After encountering Sohalia and spending the night at the local inn to restore his energy before the flight out, Harper had one last trip to make through the shopping center for the last piece of his quest: commissioning a fount of sorts to contain the power Safrin would grant him. Many are hustling about already in search of gowns and garments, and Harper does not envy their hunt. He doesn't plan on attending the ball this season - content to wait for the next, and heart a touch too bitter with recent complexities for such fanciful delights.
Unfortunately, it makes his own hunt a little harder. He ends up in a fabric store only because he is hoping to comb through the notions and cords they have, hoping against hope that the seller welcomes independent commissions as most do. The jewelers had all turned him away, far too busy with the Flowerbirth Ball commissions they'd already taken. The shopkeep had been promising enough, waving Harper away to wander the racks while she went into the back to gauge her current stock, and it's there he encounters the only other soul in the shop.
Unable to keep his nose out of things, Harper smiles disarmingly and keeps a bit of distance out of respect as he leans over. "I think that's a great option," he provides his two cents in a half-undertone, feeling oddly quailed by the quiet of the shop in comparison to the bustle outside.
Unfortunately, it makes his own hunt a little harder. He ends up in a fabric store only because he is hoping to comb through the notions and cords they have, hoping against hope that the seller welcomes independent commissions as most do. The jewelers had all turned him away, far too busy with the Flowerbirth Ball commissions they'd already taken. The shopkeep had been promising enough, waving Harper away to wander the racks while she went into the back to gauge her current stock, and it's there he encounters the only other soul in the shop.
Unable to keep his nose out of things, Harper smiles disarmingly and keeps a bit of distance out of respect as he leans over. "I think that's a great option," he provides his two cents in a half-undertone, feeling oddly quailed by the quiet of the shop in comparison to the bustle outside.
among broken chords and unnamed cries -
what a place to come from
what a place to come from
