Harper
An appreciative noise escapes him as he sips his own - an overtly sweetened coffee that can scarcely be called that anymore - clearly familiar with the drink, though he hasn't tried it from this cafe yet. Unaware of the milk foam mustache he has just given himself, Harper merely grins gratefully as she extends the biscuits.
"Since it's warming up so fast, I think so. I'll have the best luck of finding ice that I can capture the sunlight in that won't melt immediately." He's not a fast enough artist to paint something worthwhile out of the brief few minutes an ice cube would grant him. And easier than finding someone with both water and air magic to make some for him. "Have you ever been? I'm pretty unprepared, I've only been once for less than a day."
"Since it's warming up so fast, I think so. I'll have the best luck of finding ice that I can capture the sunlight in that won't melt immediately." He's not a fast enough artist to paint something worthwhile out of the brief few minutes an ice cube would grant him. And easier than finding someone with both water and air magic to make some for him. "Have you ever been? I'm pretty unprepared, I've only been once for less than a day."
I am water - soft enough to offer life
tough enough to drown it away
tough enough to drown it away
