FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
”How many... no, never mind.” Finn stops himself - barely - from asking those questions, from digging deeper than necessary, adjusting the umbrella back over his head. ”Still, that sounds like quite the item. A shame, what happened to it.” And it is, truly. It is something the Order likely would have made good use of - Cian, certainly. And there are things about the Alchemist that remind Finn of the Eye; his sharper edges lean that way.
But the offer to sit on a porch, out in the open? To work around rather than force? That does not speak of his overseer. ”Yes, that sounds good,” he murmurs with a grateful duck of his head, motioning for Remi to lead the way. Even now his eyes drift over the wings, magnificent in their plumage, and he bites his tongue against his questions.
But the offer to sit on a porch, out in the open? To work around rather than force? That does not speak of his overseer. ”Yes, that sounds good,” he murmurs with a grateful duck of his head, motioning for Remi to lead the way. Even now his eyes drift over the wings, magnificent in their plumage, and he bites his tongue against his questions.
I’ll find my own way down
