FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
Surprise makes him younger, Finn lifting up the small bauble on its stand, turning it here and there with interest. In fact, whilst it may seem unproductive, he even takes off his glasses; unlike most, he can see more clearly without them, and for this trinket he wants to look at it as best he’s able. Setting the spectacles down on the arm of his chair, a small smile curls at the corners of his lips. There’s something boyish in the way he reaches up to turn the dial, eager to hear the music that it creates.
”Thank you,” he says softly, watching the ship and the stormy sea inside the globe, equally stormy eyes flickering up to Amalia’s face - suddenly realising he has left her to do all the work. ”Oh - sorry,” he apologises immediately, setting down the gift (its melody is still tinkling at them) and moving to help. ”Did you make all of this? Or is it from somewhere in the market?”
”Thank you,” he says softly, watching the ship and the stormy sea inside the globe, equally stormy eyes flickering up to Amalia’s face - suddenly realising he has left her to do all the work. ”Oh - sorry,” he apologises immediately, setting down the gift (its melody is still tinkling at them) and moving to help. ”Did you make all of this? Or is it from somewhere in the market?”
I’ll find my own way down
