FINN
and into the forest i go,
The invitation is not phrased as such, and so Finn knows that it is not a suggestion so much as it is a demand. He is not long returned from the Climb, and he accepts the slip of paper with a quick glance and a nod to the woman who delivers it. When he arrives at the Hanged Man at 7pm on the dot (no earlier, no later), he is similarly dressed in a casual sense - though compared to the Eye, that is always true. Which is why tonight is such an odd exception.
In the palms overlooking their table, an owl is perched, and Finn is learning to pay her no mind. So he walks to where Cian is sitting and settles into the chair opposite, a surge of adrenaline steadying his hands, even as old, cold doubt feathers his jaw. "I had almost expected to be tackled to the ground by this point," he says, almost under his breath.
In the palms overlooking their table, an owl is perched, and Finn is learning to pay her no mind. So he walks to where Cian is sitting and settles into the chair opposite, a surge of adrenaline steadying his hands, even as old, cold doubt feathers his jaw. "I had almost expected to be tackled to the ground by this point," he says, almost under his breath.
to lose my mind and find my soul
