memory’s so treacherous
"Mm, I suppose that's true," Finn says, itching at the scruff on his chin. "Then again, if you were stuck on land, I might be able to help you." Another smile, this one a little easier. Perhaps it's because Delta is so far out to sea that he can relax a bit, despite the water; she's too far for any unexpected contact, and if things do get very awkward, he can always walk away. Not that it would be polite, but still.
Then, of course, it comes to his work, and he's surprised by the level of her excitement - that much is obvious by the way Finn hesitates between taking a step forward and a step back. Eventually he settles on doing nothing at all, the Spyglass grinning out at the mermaid. "Well, I research demigods right now," he says slowly. "But I've researched the lands in Caido and the races, and... anything at all." He shrugs. "What do you do?"
Then, of course, it comes to his work, and he's surprised by the level of her excitement - that much is obvious by the way Finn hesitates between taking a step forward and a step back. Eventually he settles on doing nothing at all, the Spyglass grinning out at the mermaid. "Well, I research demigods right now," he says slowly. "But I've researched the lands in Caido and the races, and... anything at all." He shrugs. "What do you do?"
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
