the spyglass
I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun
Finn furrows his brow, gazing this time down at the hearth and letting his hands slip into his pockets. "I think that, Ascended or otherwise, no one will be going out onto the Sea of Glass during Longnight and living to tell the tale about it," he says. "So as soon as the sun rises, I will be on my way. In the meantime I will do everything that I can to prepare, including speaking to Noah Olsen again."
It's with a great deal of reluctance that he raises his gaze once more, letting out a shuddering breath. "Would that work for you?" he asks, hoping that the answer is yes, you can go and that he doesn't have to continue to linger next to Cian's chair like a scolded child.
It's with a great deal of reluctance that he raises his gaze once more, letting out a shuddering breath. "Would that work for you?" he asks, hoping that the answer is yes, you can go and that he doesn't have to continue to linger next to Cian's chair like a scolded child.
now all my stories have been told; except for one
