FINN
Finn doesn’t respond, because he does mind the heat, and the obvious does not need to be stated. His scarf has been abandoned and his coat is open, the Spyglass standing in Cian’s wake with a calculating expression on his face. His brow already shimmers with sweat, stormy eyes examining the boiling pits of lava, the thick smog overhead, the glowing rivulets that pulse like veins in the barren wasteland.
And it all leads somewhere, he notes - somewhere close by, where it looks as though tremors have split the world in half, making floating plates of solidified magma that surround a detonation point. ”I imagine that is where Tanau was last seen,” he says quietly, reaching into his coat to withdraw his glasses, glancing briefly at Cian for confirmation. He assumes this is why he has been brought here.
And it all leads somewhere, he notes - somewhere close by, where it looks as though tremors have split the world in half, making floating plates of solidified magma that surround a detonation point. ”I imagine that is where Tanau was last seen,” he says quietly, reaching into his coat to withdraw his glasses, glancing briefly at Cian for confirmation. He assumes this is why he has been brought here.
listen to silence. it has so much to say
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
