FINN
Oh, Finn hears the implication all too well. Setting the glass back on the side table, he reaches up to rub at his eyes; eyes that no longer ache with fatigue. For a while the world is a little clearer, and for a while thoughts flow smoothly, like a clean and pure stream of water. ”I suppose it is,” he says, amused. ”How large is that column now, I wonder?” How unlike Finn, to sound lighthearted.
It’s dashed back to reality soon enough, luckily, and he settles back again to listen to Remi. The vein of things we aren’t meant to talk about... Ah, so Dorian has gone to see the Dark Star. He should have assumed as much, given the Orator’s need to be prompt. He chews at the inside of his cheek.
”It is no fairytale. But Dorian is no liar, either, and if he has said so, you will be safe in Stormbreak if that need arises. To risk the Star’s ire, or to give him the means to ensure he joins us? I know what I’d choose.”
It’s dashed back to reality soon enough, luckily, and he settles back again to listen to Remi. The vein of things we aren’t meant to talk about... Ah, so Dorian has gone to see the Dark Star. He should have assumed as much, given the Orator’s need to be prompt. He chews at the inside of his cheek.
”It is no fairytale. But Dorian is no liar, either, and if he has said so, you will be safe in Stormbreak if that need arises. To risk the Star’s ire, or to give him the means to ensure he joins us? I know what I’d choose.”
