i felt powerful i felt powerful ifeltpowerfulifelt—
Like magnets at opposite poles, when Gideon leans forward Finn automatically finds himself craning back, watching the Priest's face as if it might spill deceptions and dreams. Alas, it is only a witticism that the Spyglass would have missed were it not for the tell-tale laughter. His lips turn up in a brief smile, and he glances sidelong at one of the waiters who brush by, just a little too close. "What a privilege," he remarks in response; but then Gideon's voice is lowering and the smile fades from Finn's face.
He listens closely to the other man, his brows furrowing as he tries to recall, to tap into the knowledge he's collected. "They are usually manmade," he murmurs, "and commonly contain obsidian or metal objects. My research is limited - I have never visited such a shrine, you understand. Were I to see one..." He shrugs. That might be different.
He listens closely to the other man, his brows furrowing as he tries to recall, to tap into the knowledge he's collected. "They are usually manmade," he murmurs, "and commonly contain obsidian or metal objects. My research is limited - I have never visited such a shrine, you understand. Were I to see one..." He shrugs. That might be different.
FINN
