HARPER
As another man approaches from behind - helpless but to track the sound of his footfalls, the way he bears his weight, his stride - Harper takes a sideways step to allow more walking room for the newcomer. Preparing to perhaps raise a hand in greeting or nod if the stranger is benevolent enough. What he isn't expecting is for the man that comes by to be the same one he seeks.
His heart wheezes in his chest, and he is likely oddly delayed in his response when it finally comes. "Good morning." Useless and bewildered by this fateful turn of events. Harper had only memorized his face because of the council creation meeting, which had only further intimidated him when he'd realized the General of the Grounds was the same man as Kiada's protector. Kicking into motion he moves to walk alongside the man towards the training grounds, blue eyes tempered down from surprised to intent. "You're General Deimos, right? I was actually looking for you if you're not busy." Harper certainly isn't going to say no to a chance to avoid this particularly fraught introduction, unable to decide if he hopes Kiada had mentioned him to Deimos or not.
His heart wheezes in his chest, and he is likely oddly delayed in his response when it finally comes. "Good morning." Useless and bewildered by this fateful turn of events. Harper had only memorized his face because of the council creation meeting, which had only further intimidated him when he'd realized the General of the Grounds was the same man as Kiada's protector. Kicking into motion he moves to walk alongside the man towards the training grounds, blue eyes tempered down from surprised to intent. "You're General Deimos, right? I was actually looking for you if you're not busy." Harper certainly isn't going to say no to a chance to avoid this particularly fraught introduction, unable to decide if he hopes Kiada had mentioned him to Deimos or not.
Pain is a well-intentioned weatherman
Predicting God as best he can
Predicting God as best he can
