FINN
and into the forest i go,
”Mm, something like that,” Finn confirms. For distance, for tracking, for tracking auras... it all fits into itself if you try hard enough, he assumes, and he lets that thread of conversation go. He’d like to leave Amalia in his memories too, but Gideon is not ready to do that yet, it seems, and the Spyglass flicks his stormy gaze up to meet the Priest’s eyes as he speaks of her. ”No,” he says softly, with a surprising amount of confidence, as if what he says is an intimate truth. And it is, in some ways, given what he’s seen of the Shield’s character through his glasses.
”It isn’t shameful to her. She’s merely humbled by the opportunity. She is a very strong woman, and a very pious one too. But self doubt makes it difficult to accept that Vi may have chosen her to step under his wing.” Finn smiles only with his eyes. ”I imagine she will be formidable, once she has gained confidence.”
Absently curling up one edge of his page of notes with his thumb, Finn lets his gaze drop again. ”That sounds quite pleasant,” he says, and he means it. ”Perhaps I will come by one evening. Thank you.”
”It isn’t shameful to her. She’s merely humbled by the opportunity. She is a very strong woman, and a very pious one too. But self doubt makes it difficult to accept that Vi may have chosen her to step under his wing.” Finn smiles only with his eyes. ”I imagine she will be formidable, once she has gained confidence.”
Absently curling up one edge of his page of notes with his thumb, Finn lets his gaze drop again. ”That sounds quite pleasant,” he says, and he means it. ”Perhaps I will come by one evening. Thank you.”
to lose my mind and find my soul
