FINN
the spyglass
Finn doesn’t know how he has ended up at this place. He had been writing his notes up until the rain had started, the ink dribbling down the paper and forcing him to find something else to do with his time. Research, he will say if questioned. Research is what has brought him here. It sounds better than I follow the auras visible only to my eyes, and only when I wear magic spectacles.
Still, he glances up just as he steps into the clearing, blinking as if seeing the view of Haulani for the first time (because he is) and freezing at the sight of the young man on the rock. ”Oh,” he says, helpfully. ”Sorry.” Then it clicks, what he sees - the aura - and Finn fumbles to remove his glasses as if to erase the sight from his mind. ”I ought to go.”
Still, he glances up just as he steps into the clearing, blinking as if seeing the view of Haulani for the first time (because he is) and freezing at the sight of the young man on the rock. ”Oh,” he says, helpfully. ”Sorry.” Then it clicks, what he sees - the aura - and Finn fumbles to remove his glasses as if to erase the sight from his mind. ”I ought to go.”
