GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Careful and deliberate Hárekr managed to worm his way around the border and safely to the path on the Hárekr breathed in the cool mountain air before turning to Mercy with a grin. "There you go! You're getting the hang of it." Learning a new language, especially the pronunciation was a daunting task and he was pleased to see her putting in such effort. Carefully sitting down Háre turned is gaze to the terras below, marveling at the stunning beauty and half wondering if the gods had this kind of view. They must really look like ants from so high up. Either way, there was no denying that this was one of the grandest sights he'd seen in awhile. Constanza would've loved this….. Háre resisted the urge to sigh at the thought of his lost lover and he half wondered if she could see him here, was he close? If he leapt with all his might could he perhaps reach high enough to give her a nuzzle before plummeting to his own death?
Hárekr quickly buried the thought as Mercy spoke again and he found himself even more grateful for her company. He never knew quite when his moods would shift and he didn't want to entertain that particular trail of thinking for much longer. Háre smiled. "Mercy Guerrero…. yes, yes, I like it! I'm glad my suggestions helped. You should wear that name proudly!" Hárekr beamed at her thanks, feeling suddenly a bit embarrassed. "Oh, it's no problem at all! I'm just glad to help. A name is an important part of ones identity, you should have one that speaks to you." His gaze turned to the sun that was beginning to lower on the horizon and he got to his feet, peering down at the other side.
"I suppose we have to go down now, huh?" He chuckled and winked at her. "Ladies first, eh? Miss Mercy Guerrero."
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
