FINN
the spyglass
It isn't even a murder.
The thought floats through Finn's mind before he can help himself, and he spends the trip out to the Silk Houses lecturing himself about it. He has been dreaming too much with a certain demi-god, he thinks. He will have to begin keeping more detailed notes in his dream journal, and ensuring he takes regular breaks from his pseudo-crime solving, lest this become even more of a problem.
The days stretch long in Stormbreak at the height of this season, but when darkness does fall, it is warm and absolute, and in between the garish lanterns and ruddy light from window panes, it is very difficult to see indeed. Finn has been told of a theft from an antiques store that (conveniently, he might add) is both hidden away and difficult to get to, and he's picking his way across broken glass in pitch blackness to reach the busted window soon enough.
The thought floats through Finn's mind before he can help himself, and he spends the trip out to the Silk Houses lecturing himself about it. He has been dreaming too much with a certain demi-god, he thinks. He will have to begin keeping more detailed notes in his dream journal, and ensuring he takes regular breaks from his pseudo-crime solving, lest this become even more of a problem.
The days stretch long in Stormbreak at the height of this season, but when darkness does fall, it is warm and absolute, and in between the garish lanterns and ruddy light from window panes, it is very difficult to see indeed. Finn has been told of a theft from an antiques store that (conveniently, he might add) is both hidden away and difficult to get to, and he's picking his way across broken glass in pitch blackness to reach the busted window soon enough.
