memory’s so treacherous
Finn remembers another morning like this, once upon a time in FlowerBirth. All that's missing is the soft rain and the company, but the rest is largely the same. He sits at the edge of the empty dock with breakfast in hand in the form of a few soft slices of bread and some preservatives, the Spyglass watching the waves come rolling in, his feet dangling over the side. A brave thing, for him, given his aversion to large bodies of water or getting in (literally) over his head.
But perhaps he's becoming more reckless, since leaving StormBreak a second time, and so he nibbles at his breakfast and feels the heat of the sun beat down upon him as he gazes around. His eyes catch upon a rock nearby, and at a first glance it looks as though a woman has washed up from the water. Almost inhaling his bread, Finn coughs a bit and sits up to attention. "Are you alright out there?" he calls, his voice ringing through the air.
But perhaps he's becoming more reckless, since leaving StormBreak a second time, and so he nibbles at his breakfast and feels the heat of the sun beat down upon him as he gazes around. His eyes catch upon a rock nearby, and at a first glance it looks as though a woman has washed up from the water. Almost inhaling his bread, Finn coughs a bit and sits up to attention. "Are you alright out there?" he calls, his voice ringing through the air.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
