names so deep and names so true
"Then what would you call what you've been doing? Market-meet ups. Little home-made cakes. Walks down by the sea-shore." Cian's eyes widen and then narrow, the evidence well and truly damning at this point with both the baker and the governor.
"None of which are any concern of yours, Finn." Cian reminds him, his denim-stare watching with lacklustre interest as the Spyglass gets himself dressed. "Unless you'd like to trade in your glasses for a notebook? I'm sure we could find some use for the recording of customs and the like." His tone however very much suggested how little need there was for such a role. "Perhaps you'd like to leave the Order altogether. Take up residence here, sit in the sand, learn more about all of these nuances." Be stripped of all that you've made for yourself, however little that is. Lose your precious glasses, your access to medicine and Falke, to the safety your position affords you.
Exhaling a stream of smoke upwards with a hard smirk, the Eye merely shakes his head. "Don't flatter yourself, Finn." Cian says, rising and striding towards the other man to clap him heartily on the back. "You're as taken with a pretty face as any man. But mind the wedding ring. I hear the husband pacts quite a punch." So saying he claps Finn on the back again, emphasizing just how poorly Finn would fair against physical violence.
"None of which are any concern of yours, Finn." Cian reminds him, his denim-stare watching with lacklustre interest as the Spyglass gets himself dressed. "Unless you'd like to trade in your glasses for a notebook? I'm sure we could find some use for the recording of customs and the like." His tone however very much suggested how little need there was for such a role. "Perhaps you'd like to leave the Order altogether. Take up residence here, sit in the sand, learn more about all of these nuances." Be stripped of all that you've made for yourself, however little that is. Lose your precious glasses, your access to medicine and Falke, to the safety your position affords you.
Exhaling a stream of smoke upwards with a hard smirk, the Eye merely shakes his head. "Don't flatter yourself, Finn." Cian says, rising and striding towards the other man to clap him heartily on the back. "You're as taken with a pretty face as any man. But mind the wedding ring. I hear the husband pacts quite a punch." So saying he claps Finn on the back again, emphasizing just how poorly Finn would fair against physical violence.
THE EYE
they're blood to me they're dust to you
