FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
Finn’s grip on the umbrella tightens as he is called out, the Spyglass staring directly at the ground and schooling his expression into something neutral before raising his gaze to Cian. ”I apologise. That is...” That is what its followers call it, he wants to say, but thinks better of it, swallowing hard. ”That is not professional of me.” Shaking it off, he ignores the remark about what he sees or does not see - the clap to his shoulder, though, is enough to jostle him and make him stumble a bit.
”I had assumed you were here to see the one touched by Frey,” he says softly, eyeing the coin with something like the cousin of suspicion. Having to pick up his face to follow after Cian, Finn steps into the grass away from the path, preferring to walk alongside it. ”We can flip on it, though.”
”I had assumed you were here to see the one touched by Frey,” he says softly, eyeing the coin with something like the cousin of suspicion. Having to pick up his face to follow after Cian, Finn steps into the grass away from the path, preferring to walk alongside it. ”We can flip on it, though.”
I’ll find my own way down
