blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"I am ready. I'll admit that I have missed the space, since leaving it." An unusual feeling for the Spyglass to be sure, given that he tries to avoid his office if at all possible on an ordinary day. But perhaps Sera is about to change all of that, and he gestures for her to go ahead and open the door for him. The Spyglass steps inside, squinting at first because he honestly doesn't expect the amount of light that greets them.
For the first time, Finn realises that his office is located at just the right angle in the Tower to let in all of its brightness and brilliance, and his stormcloud eyes dance over the window panes with unbidden awe. He takes in the carefully placed panes, the spaces between, the extras that he hasn't asked for but seem to fit so perfectly nonetheless. His feet have taken him forward quite without his permission, his fingers reaching out to hover over the glass, to take in the view down below.
"This is more than I could have ever expected," he confesses, glancing over his shoulder with a boyish sort of pleasure in his expression. "...I don't know what to say. Thank you, for this. It's perfect."
For the first time, Finn realises that his office is located at just the right angle in the Tower to let in all of its brightness and brilliance, and his stormcloud eyes dance over the window panes with unbidden awe. He takes in the carefully placed panes, the spaces between, the extras that he hasn't asked for but seem to fit so perfectly nonetheless. His feet have taken him forward quite without his permission, his fingers reaching out to hover over the glass, to take in the view down below.
"This is more than I could have ever expected," he confesses, glancing over his shoulder with a boyish sort of pleasure in his expression. "...I don't know what to say. Thank you, for this. It's perfect."
FINN
