my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
The Governor might have changed hands, but as far as Finn's compass knows, the Aumakua is still the political hub of Torchline - and until that officially changes, he supposes that's where he ends up. It's still perfectly midnight when he arrives, the sea and the sky lit up overhead by a thousand thousand stars, and he's caught for just a moment by the beauty of it. Torchline's air is sweet and warm, and having visited there once before the Spyglass can almost admit to missing it.
Luckily, unlike a lot of those who were sick, he remembers very little about his time gallivanting through Apopo at this point. And honestly, that's probably for the best. Still, as he turns and recognises the Governor's House (formerly, not that he's aware), he can't help the shard of ice that shoots through his gut at remembering who lives here. His dreams are just dreams, he tells himself... but they did feel so, so real.
Swallowing hard, he starts to try and get his bearings again. He knows Haulani and the inn are quite the walk away, but if he starts now he might get there before it's too unsociable an hour. (Does such a thing exist in Torchline?)
Luckily, unlike a lot of those who were sick, he remembers very little about his time gallivanting through Apopo at this point. And honestly, that's probably for the best. Still, as he turns and recognises the Governor's House (formerly, not that he's aware), he can't help the shard of ice that shoots through his gut at remembering who lives here. His dreams are just dreams, he tells himself... but they did feel so, so real.
Swallowing hard, he starts to try and get his bearings again. He knows Haulani and the inn are quite the walk away, but if he starts now he might get there before it's too unsociable an hour. (Does such a thing exist in Torchline?)
FINN
