Finch eyes the way those feather daggers zoom back to her hand with all the awareness of someone used to being on the other side of sharp things. He doesn't intend on being on the other side of them today, but then again, he very rarely does, except for some occasions with a negotiated partner. Which Flora would not be. Not like her brother. Alright Finch, time to shut up--
He had heard through the grapevine of her recent ascension, and had honestly chalked it up to petty idle gossip, or planted propaganda to discourage people from going after the Queen with their piddly little knives and desiring ambitions. It seems, though, that there was some merit to it, though based on what Finch had seen during her performance in the course, she seemed to be doing rather well for herself. He eyes the bones of the structure curiously, the ropes and targets for daggers, and then turned his gaze to the dragon in question.
"I mean, if she flies over it, she gets from beginning to end, so I don't see a problem with it," he grins, shrugging a lanky shoulder. What's so bad about getting from point A to point B with the least amount of effort? Sure, maybe it's not what the course is technically for, but maybe the dragon was working smarter, not harder.
He drifts a little closer, running a finger over one of the ropes. "How do you complete it if you don't fly over it?" He asks. He's always in pursuit of ways to get spiderier, sneakier, more able to slither into forbidden places. He'd been so occupied with Jack's stupid caches recently he'd put aside some of his pursuits for self-improvement, though Jack's missions had certainly helped him with his patience and his ability to swim.
He had heard through the grapevine of her recent ascension, and had honestly chalked it up to petty idle gossip, or planted propaganda to discourage people from going after the Queen with their piddly little knives and desiring ambitions. It seems, though, that there was some merit to it, though based on what Finch had seen during her performance in the course, she seemed to be doing rather well for herself. He eyes the bones of the structure curiously, the ropes and targets for daggers, and then turned his gaze to the dragon in question.
"I mean, if she flies over it, she gets from beginning to end, so I don't see a problem with it," he grins, shrugging a lanky shoulder. What's so bad about getting from point A to point B with the least amount of effort? Sure, maybe it's not what the course is technically for, but maybe the dragon was working smarter, not harder.
He drifts a little closer, running a finger over one of the ropes. "How do you complete it if you don't fly over it?" He asks. He's always in pursuit of ways to get spiderier, sneakier, more able to slither into forbidden places. He'd been so occupied with Jack's stupid caches recently he'd put aside some of his pursuits for self-improvement, though Jack's missions had certainly helped him with his patience and his ability to swim.
