memory’s so treacherous
Artemide stares at Finn. Finn stares right back at Artemide. And nothing happens for an awkward few seconds, before the Spyglass seems to realise that the owl wants more from him. Or... something like that, apparently. Rubbing at the back of his head, he straightens up from the desk, he's at a loss, honestly. So the only thing he can come back to is the other information he's found in the book. The stuff more about him. and he doesn't want to think about that.
"If only you could speak with me," he remarks with a soft sigh. "I am unsure that yes/no questions are particularly fun for you, either. But... I have to ask. That book - does it belong to Cian? Does he know all of this?"
"If only you could speak with me," he remarks with a soft sigh. "I am unsure that yes/no questions are particularly fun for you, either. But... I have to ask. That book - does it belong to Cian? Does he know all of this?"
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
