my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
Finn has a seat. And, unlike in previous times where the silence between him really would cause him to squirm, the Spyglass contents himself with the heat of his teacup between his palms, the way the leaves smell laced with the sweetness of the honey, the fire that warms his legs. He has just taken a sip of his drink when the Eye finally breaks the silence and draws his attention in again. "Another Safrin child?" He doesn't sound surprised, but he similarly can't deny its importance.
"What worries you about it? The Governor would not turn on the mother of his child, surely." It isn't unheard of, but the mother of a child is not normally a goddess, either. None of that makes for an understandable segue into brothels, and the Spyglass glances across at Cian, visibly surprised. "They are... necessary," he says slowly. "They are also a law unto themselves."
"What worries you about it? The Governor would not turn on the mother of his child, surely." It isn't unheard of, but the mother of a child is not normally a goddess, either. None of that makes for an understandable segue into brothels, and the Spyglass glances across at Cian, visibly surprised. "They are... necessary," he says slowly. "They are also a law unto themselves."
FINN
