memory’s so treacherous
Finn can do little more than blink as she mentions being turned into a 'massive shark', the Spyglass wanting to question it but feeling like her answer will only spawn further questions. He'd likely laugh, too, if he knew she found him exciting (not a word he would typically associcate with himself). Still, the fact that they have both met demi-gods is intriguing, his eyebrows raising a bit. "How did you manage that?" he asks, gesturing to the water around her. "I imagine they were all from Torchline?"
The Taliesins, most likely. Finn suppresses a shudder.
Her enthusiasm is catching, and he stands at the edge of the pier with his hands in his pockets, a sea breeze ruffling his curls. "Perhaps I ought to move my research onto Merfolk," he suggests, uncharacteristic playfulness lacing his tone. "I imagine there's a lot to learn beneath the waves. What's the most interesting thing you've found?"
The Taliesins, most likely. Finn suppresses a shudder.
Her enthusiasm is catching, and he stands at the edge of the pier with his hands in his pockets, a sea breeze ruffling his curls. "Perhaps I ought to move my research onto Merfolk," he suggests, uncharacteristic playfulness lacing his tone. "I imagine there's a lot to learn beneath the waves. What's the most interesting thing you've found?"
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
