FINN
the spyglass
Knotting the bandages and letting the wyrm wiggle about and generally enjoy itself now that the chore is complete, Finn glances back at Lena in time to just about catch the treats. The sound of him grabbing at them draws the attention of at least three other tiny creatures; the Spyglass finds himself swarmed and laughing as he fights to feed and bandage his new clutch, clouds wafting around his face and making it difficult to see.
"You can talk to them?" he echoes from somewhere within the mists, Finn finally straightening up once he's out of treats and bandages, the wyrms still twisting and weaving at his heels as he fans the clouds away from his eyes. "Ah, are you Attuned?" he guesses. "What do they think of my clumsy bandaging?"
"You can talk to them?" he echoes from somewhere within the mists, Finn finally straightening up once he's out of treats and bandages, the wyrms still twisting and weaving at his heels as he fans the clouds away from his eyes. "Ah, are you Attuned?" he guesses. "What do they think of my clumsy bandaging?"
