as I hold my soul all the music pours out
What synchronicity!
Buoyed with knowing far more than he did last week and a sense of hope for Finn, Falke seems to float back to the Tower. Well, he walks - without pain and without a limp, for as long as the hot springs’ water deigns to work its magic on him.
There are some things to be done first, but when those tasks are completed and the appropriate people talked to, Falke (still feeling great, thanks to Frey), heads out for the Temple, a curious, pondering air about him. There are questions and thoughts in his head that he imagines only the Priest can answer, and while he will still put them down in his journal, the Fixer knows himself too well; he must have an actual conversation with someone.
An acolyte directs him to Gideon’s quarters, where Falke knocks gently upon the door.
Buoyed with knowing far more than he did last week and a sense of hope for Finn, Falke seems to float back to the Tower. Well, he walks - without pain and without a limp, for as long as the hot springs’ water deigns to work its magic on him.
There are some things to be done first, but when those tasks are completed and the appropriate people talked to, Falke (still feeling great, thanks to Frey), heads out for the Temple, a curious, pondering air about him. There are questions and thoughts in his head that he imagines only the Priest can answer, and while he will still put them down in his journal, the Fixer knows himself too well; he must have an actual conversation with someone.
An acolyte directs him to Gideon’s quarters, where Falke knocks gently upon the door.
THE 'FIXER'
the greatest fear I've ever kept is dying with regrets
