blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Finn's reverie is broken by the sound of a voice, and he glances up sharply, wondering if he has intruded on some private ceremony of sorts. But the voice knows his name, and stormy eyes blink Ronin into focus as the demigod approaches up the steps. Without his glasses the man before him is entirely unremarkable, save for the obvious. (The obvious being that he's standing swathed in candles, on his own in the dark).
Then he remembers their previous meeting, and he swallows a sudden lump in his throat. "Good evening," he greets, stepping aside with care, ensuring his footing is stable but giving enough room for Ronin to pass. "To visit...? Oh - no. No, I don't have anyone here to visit."
His eyes wander back to the display on the steps. "Shaped like stars," he remarks.
Then he remembers their previous meeting, and he swallows a sudden lump in his throat. "Good evening," he greets, stepping aside with care, ensuring his footing is stable but giving enough room for Ronin to pass. "To visit...? Oh - no. No, I don't have anyone here to visit."
His eyes wander back to the display on the steps. "Shaped like stars," he remarks.
FINN
