Harper doesn't flinch at the sudden question, and Finn wonders doe a moment if he is upset. Starla is too keen on getting her answer to notice that the general seems to have fallen in on himself in thought. The silence stretches on and even Starla begins feeling that perhaps she should rescind the question, or at least change the subject on to something more relevant to the moment. Her hands fall from where she had them clutched under her chin cutely and she takes a step back, coughing lightly. She opens he mouth to say something, however her words are cut off by a light sigh as Harper's eyes fall closed. She looks to Finn who steps forward beside her, his curious gaze on the normally composed rabbit man.

With a deep breath Harper looks up into the young ones' eyes, looking back and forth between them a few time before finally speaking. “My commission as general, as second in command under Lord Enasi, was a field commission. I was drawn into this rank in the midst of battle, and under circumstances that I do not think anyone should aspire to come into contact with.” He looks back and forth between them once more before settling his gaze upon Starla, now half shying away from the seriousness in his gaze. “If you really wish to know how I came to be where I am, me, a lowly dream, then I can tell you, however I want you to take only the good out of this tale. Promise me you will not dwell on the sadness.”

~*~*~*~*~

“Of course, silly. . .” Seishu murmurs softly, slipping off into the darkness.

[i]~As soon as he is sure he's asleep Seishu takes off towards Enasi, his passions now unhampered by his tiredness. The slapping of his feet on the ground, the sound of his breath in his ears, the pounding of his heart. He can feel himself coming more and more alive with each new noise. 

[b]I think it's time to test the control here[/b]

His right arm shoots out as if he's running his hand along something and he smirks as he feels cloth against his fingers. He chuckles aloud as Enasi comes into sight, to only moments later vanish as a long silken sheet to come out of nowhere and block him from view. His heart races faster as he runs this way and that, bringing forth more and more hangings to turn the area into a cloth maze. From above feathers and petals of all shapes and colors begin falling, only to vanish as they touch the ground. 

As they brush across his skin he feels a warm tingle as once more the twilight that is the balance between the two returns to the sky, high overhead the stars busting to life with a beautiful tinkling sound. The cloth rustles in the faint breeze, lightly tinged with a pleasant scent, ripples past. Underfoot plush blue grass springs up, just long enough to bend and twist in the breeze. The cloth, some solid, some see through, hangs in mid air, nothing holding them up, but they seem unmovable other than the rippling with the breeze. 

[b]Let's see what you make of this, my dear counterpart. . .[/b]

He continues moving, making the maze bigger and bigger, filling it with dead ends and false trails.

[b]Let's see how much you really want to see me[/b]

He knows that is a little bit of a mean way to think about their relationship, but he never once claimed to be a nice guy.[/i]