CIAN
the eye
Cian has had a building headache ever since he returned from the Climb with Finn. Were the two on better terms, the Eye and the Spyglass might have commiserated about what they'd seen (or more properly, what Finn had seen and relayed to Cian). Instead, the Eye returned, received the all-clear from Doctor Hart, and had drunk himself into a dreamless slumber.
Now, he sat at his desk behind the smoke haze of a constant stream of cigarettes, pouring over the reports that he'd requested. All were present and accounted for, save for one.
One which would no doubt be turned in with a flurry of excuses and shiny stories to distract him. Well, Dorian could try all he liked. Once he heard what the Eye had to say, he'd promptly cease to cheer him, if he knew what was good for him.
Now, he sat at his desk behind the smoke haze of a constant stream of cigarettes, pouring over the reports that he'd requested. All were present and accounted for, save for one.
One which would no doubt be turned in with a flurry of excuses and shiny stories to distract him. Well, Dorian could try all he liked. Once he heard what the Eye had to say, he'd promptly cease to cheer him, if he knew what was good for him.
