blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Unaware that he's either charming or sickening, Finn can only carefully adjust the babe lolling against his chest, Ever gurgling something that's undoubtedly very amusing against his neck. "Oh, yes. Everest is a mountain from a place called Earth. I'm afraid I can't recall how high it is or the meaning of the name..." He should, given that it's the name of his son, but something something sleep deprivation.
Stormy eyes light up with interest to hear about the skyboat routes - it isn't heights that bother Finn, after all, just deep and foreboding waves that tend to exist at the bottom of them. But then Remi is blurting out something else, and Finn flushes as well this time, his hand grazing over Ever's back in a gesture that is somehow both protective and affectionate. "I only found out I was going to have a son when I returned from Torchline at the end of Flowerbirth," he explains.
And right on cue, Seraphina appears, Finn thoroughly taken aback by the ray of sunshine that comes swanning into their somewhat subdued meeting. "Good afternoon, Artificer. This is Ever. Are you... alright?" People being gooey over newborns is not something he is used to.
Stormy eyes light up with interest to hear about the skyboat routes - it isn't heights that bother Finn, after all, just deep and foreboding waves that tend to exist at the bottom of them. But then Remi is blurting out something else, and Finn flushes as well this time, his hand grazing over Ever's back in a gesture that is somehow both protective and affectionate. "I only found out I was going to have a son when I returned from Torchline at the end of Flowerbirth," he explains.
And right on cue, Seraphina appears, Finn thoroughly taken aback by the ray of sunshine that comes swanning into their somewhat subdued meeting. "Good afternoon, Artificer. This is Ever. Are you... alright?" People being gooey over newborns is not something he is used to.
FINN
