FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
”I’m not sure I agree,” Finn informs her softly, between bites of pie. She might be a baker - and a wonderful one, from what he’s experienced so far - but it’s not the only thing she’s good at, not by a long shot. But he’s not really able to talk about that without revealing that he’s known her name, known the moniker they call her by, from right at the very beginning. So Finn merely enjoys the food with quiet enthusiasm, rarely getting a chance to eat anything quite so fine.
The offer to teach him comes as a shock, and he glances up from his plate with honest and boyish wonder on his face. The smile surprises him as much as it probably does her, lopsided and pleased, and he nods gently. ”I think I would like that. One day, perhaps,” he murmurs, resolving to try and visit the Grounds, should he get the chance in the future.
~FINn
The offer to teach him comes as a shock, and he glances up from his plate with honest and boyish wonder on his face. The smile surprises him as much as it probably does her, lopsided and pleased, and he nods gently. ”I think I would like that. One day, perhaps,” he murmurs, resolving to try and visit the Grounds, should he get the chance in the future.
~FINn
I’ll find my own way down
