CIAN
the eye
If Cian notices any of this (he does), he gives no indication. His eyes are on the waves, wondering at their orders of magnitude and amplitude. Marveling in their grace and power. Had he not such good control over his expression he might have frowned as Finn dropped to his knees.
'Lady of the Stars and the ragged god." Cian repeated on the inhale, turning away from the ocean with a great reluctance. "Careful now Finn, best not let your biases show through quite so easily." Lightly said, the words were a condemnation just the same. Oh, the Order could have their favourites among the gods of course. It was only human nature. Still, Cian expected much from those in the fold.
"The trails, ey?" Whether or not there were actual trails or if this was just Finn's special brand of madness Cian didn't know nor care. 'Well then.' Raising a hand and clapping Finn hard on the shoulder, the Eye began to stride forward. "Who will it be then, Finn ey? Safrin or Ludo? Or shall we flip to see who goes where?" Cian was never without a coin in his pocket, for precisely these moments.
'Lady of the Stars and the ragged god." Cian repeated on the inhale, turning away from the ocean with a great reluctance. "Careful now Finn, best not let your biases show through quite so easily." Lightly said, the words were a condemnation just the same. Oh, the Order could have their favourites among the gods of course. It was only human nature. Still, Cian expected much from those in the fold.
"The trails, ey?" Whether or not there were actual trails or if this was just Finn's special brand of madness Cian didn't know nor care. 'Well then.' Raising a hand and clapping Finn hard on the shoulder, the Eye began to stride forward. "Who will it be then, Finn ey? Safrin or Ludo? Or shall we flip to see who goes where?" Cian was never without a coin in his pocket, for precisely these moments.
