FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
Finn knows almost everything about Remi Taliesin except for what he looks like. It’s a lie that he isn’t glad when Cian takes his leave, allowing the researcher to walk the trails up to the homes beyond the lighthouse. The rain is a serenade against his umbrella, a quiet hush against the scratching in his mind.
But when the house - the Governor’s house - comes into view, his peace flees him, and he remembers why he is here. Not one demigod but two - two men forged from a deity’s whim, one foot in the mortal realm and another entirely elsewhere. So Finn does what he does best. He stops, he analyses, he takes stock, watching the patterns of light and dark upon the roof, the ribbons of colour that show the footsteps of the two men... and others.
He is lost already, forming hypotheses, sifting through less likely scenarios, dropping threads that make no sense.
But when the house - the Governor’s house - comes into view, his peace flees him, and he remembers why he is here. Not one demigod but two - two men forged from a deity’s whim, one foot in the mortal realm and another entirely elsewhere. So Finn does what he does best. He stops, he analyses, he takes stock, watching the patterns of light and dark upon the roof, the ribbons of colour that show the footsteps of the two men... and others.
He is lost already, forming hypotheses, sifting through less likely scenarios, dropping threads that make no sense.
I’ll find my own way down
