when you bury your pain
"I can't confess that I have. I have missed out on a remarkable amount over the past few weeks, so it won't take much to persuade me." Finn glances up at Mags as she approaches them, ordering himself a scone (his is plain, but he orders cream and jam to go with it) and ordering Falke a second one for the road, along with a pot of tea. Whatever social mask he puts in place is impeccable this afternoon, and the Spyglass glances back at his counterpart just in time to watch him take out his notebook.
He smiles softly and nods about the unicorn, flexing his fingers beneath the table. "Indeed there is. Doctor Hart and I went for a walk in the Celestine and we came across it. It was kind enough to heal my broken hand, so I have been bringing it fruit from the marketplace as a show of gratitude. It is why I was late, in truth."
He smiles softly and nods about the unicorn, flexing his fingers beneath the table. "Indeed there is. Doctor Hart and I went for a walk in the Celestine and we came across it. It was kind enough to heal my broken hand, so I have been bringing it fruit from the marketplace as a show of gratitude. It is why I was late, in truth."
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
