FINN
the spyglass
Lena speaks and Finn busies himself checking his pockets for any further missing items, but it does seem as though the wyrms are only worried about the paper. And that's confirmed by the Attuned by his side, the Spyglass offering another smile to her and nodding. "I will do my best," he says, "that is, should I find myself here again before they depart." With the treats and bandages gone now, Finn slips his hands back into his pockets and glances around the enclosure.
It's with a deal of surprise that he realises the sun is pretty much set, only tendrils of twilight stretching their fingers through the clouds created by the wyrms. "I'm afraid I ought to be going," he murmurs. "I'll have to pull an all-nighter to get the rest of my research done." Not that it bothers him - his sleeping schedule is better now than it's ever been, but he can deny himself when the need arises.
It's with a deal of surprise that he realises the sun is pretty much set, only tendrils of twilight stretching their fingers through the clouds created by the wyrms. "I'm afraid I ought to be going," he murmurs. "I'll have to pull an all-nighter to get the rest of my research done." Not that it bothers him - his sleeping schedule is better now than it's ever been, but he can deny himself when the need arises.
