Steve waves when Harrow comes back into sight. He had, as he predicted, moved back to the relative safety of the shade to go back to sketching. The hand he waves with is smudged with graphite from his pencil, but he seems to be in good spirits. Even better ones now that his friend has returned.
"Harrow, hey!" He trots down the steps, pausing when he gets close to his fuzzy friend and the glinting something he has slung across her back. His eyes grow to nearly saucers when he sees the design on the shield. Slim fingers trace down some of the carvings, blue eyes flitting to every detail he can see. "Harrow this is....amazing." There's not mistaking the awe in his voice.
The first thing Steve notices is that it's light. This was definitely made with his limitations in mind, or has been imbued with a magic that makes it possible for Steve to hold up easily. It's a bit large on him, though no surprises there. most things are. Despite the size, Steve can't help the smile that creeps onto his face.
"Harrow....do...did you do this because..." He falters here. It's difficult for him to talk about Captain America. The other Steve Rogers he knows he's supposed to be, and isn't. "...I really like it." He says instead, voice heavy with emotion. "It feels like it was made for me."
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Date: 2016-08-19 01:42 pm (UTC)"Harrow, hey!" He trots down the steps, pausing when he gets close to his fuzzy friend and the glinting something he has slung across her back. His eyes grow to nearly saucers when he sees the design on the shield. Slim fingers trace down some of the carvings, blue eyes flitting to every detail he can see. "Harrow this is....amazing." There's not mistaking the awe in his voice.
The first thing Steve notices is that it's light. This was definitely made with his limitations in mind, or has been imbued with a magic that makes it possible for Steve to hold up easily. It's a bit large on him, though no surprises there. most things are. Despite the size, Steve can't help the smile that creeps onto his face.
"Harrow....do...did you do this because..." He falters here. It's difficult for him to talk about Captain America. The other Steve Rogers he knows he's supposed to be, and isn't. "...I really like it." He says instead, voice heavy with emotion. "It feels like it was made for me."