Harper
I was born in a big gray cloud screaming out a love song
Her disbelief should be offensive, but it's plainly not. Harper has had more than his fair share of narrowed eyes, disbelieving snorts, and less-than-muttered accusations of simplicity, stupidity, or naivety. He doesn't mind. He has seen horrible, horrible things - and done far worse. Devoting his life to happiness and the simple joys in life is the best reward he can think for himself. "I am! Have been for a long time now, myself and my friend Ray. She's also our local herbalist, and I'm a teacher." Because he can tell a visitor when he sees one (given he knows just about everybody with his constant socializing and patrolling) and there's no harm in giving her a leg up on connections.
Laughing, he waves away her awkward, abandoned prelude to an apology. "No worries, I hear it a lot. I'm far too chipper for Caido's brand of angst and suspicion." He says the last three words in the same way an embarrassing dad would say 'spoooooky noises' at a campfire spinning a bad rendition of a horror story.
At her clear attempt at a distraction Harper obligingly turns and begins helping scan the racks and cubbies, using his height to his advantage to find her requested lace sitting on a taller shelf. "Doesn't look like a lot of options for that color, but there's this," he offers, pulling it down for her and handing it over.
Laughing, he waves away her awkward, abandoned prelude to an apology. "No worries, I hear it a lot. I'm far too chipper for Caido's brand of angst and suspicion." He says the last three words in the same way an embarrassing dad would say 'spoooooky noises' at a campfire spinning a bad rendition of a horror story.
At her clear attempt at a distraction Harper obligingly turns and begins helping scan the racks and cubbies, using his height to his advantage to find her requested lace sitting on a taller shelf. "Doesn't look like a lot of options for that color, but there's this," he offers, pulling it down for her and handing it over.
among broken chords and unnamed cries -
what a place to come from
what a place to come from