my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
It's quite alright - in no way the sort of person to draw attention to Tal's somewhat phallic choice of fidgeting (or, gods forbid, to say something about it) - Finn merely continues his side of the conversation with a suddenly fascinating part of the picnic blanket. "Oh, that... yes, that is unusual," he says with a furrow of his brow, taking another measured sip of his sweetened water before finally placing it down.
Since he's pointedly not looking at Tal, he has no choice but to gaze over the other delicacies on the blanket, absently picking up a chocolate covered strawberry but not putting it anywhere near his mouth. "I'm afraid to say you might be right," he agrees of any potential war's effect on the regions. "The White Lady, you said? Is that the Eirachi?" He has studied seasonal deities, naturally, but has never given them much thought beyond what had happened at The Climb.
And that's better off forgotten anyway.
Since he's pointedly not looking at Tal, he has no choice but to gaze over the other delicacies on the blanket, absently picking up a chocolate covered strawberry but not putting it anywhere near his mouth. "I'm afraid to say you might be right," he agrees of any potential war's effect on the regions. "The White Lady, you said? Is that the Eirachi?" He has studied seasonal deities, naturally, but has never given them much thought beyond what had happened at The Climb.
And that's better off forgotten anyway.
FINN
