blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
The Greatwood is his second stop, and Finn can already feel the fingers of anxiety clawing at his neck, threatening to choke him. He has heard, of course, just who haunts these woods these days, and it's with no small amount of trepidation that he picks his way along the Stonesong where, eventually, the dust storms will block his way. He isn't expecting to see any Ascended here, knowing what he does about the woods, but it's still worth trying to take a look at the storms himself.
With hair lightly tousled, seemingly by a breeze, there's a touch of weariness about the Spyglass as he hops across a few rocks to the other side of the shore of the Stonesong. But, caution aside, he's in quite high spirits among the fiery leaves and crisp, Leafchange air. It's quiet here. Calm, almost, and it soothes him.
With hair lightly tousled, seemingly by a breeze, there's a touch of weariness about the Spyglass as he hops across a few rocks to the other side of the shore of the Stonesong. But, caution aside, he's in quite high spirits among the fiery leaves and crisp, Leafchange air. It's quiet here. Calm, almost, and it soothes him.
FINN
