FINN
and into the forest i go,
”Yes,” Finn echoes, his gaze somewhere over his shoulder behind them. ”Perhaps...” He’s trying to see if the way is closing in their wake, if the trees arch down and obscure them from view, and only as Delphia begins to slow her steps does his attention return to the sudden appearance of the yurt. Tishy earns a small smile, and perhaps it’s because Finn is already elsewhere in his mind that he doesn’t seem to notice as the feline trots straight through a wall.
The yurt is another matter entirely, and Finn’s stormy eyes widen at the plethora of trinkets and treasures, the brick-a-brack stacked high. Gazing with interest at a few colourful feathers, he blinks as Delphia speaks, pulled back into the present moment. ”What is it you are looking for?” he asks, carefully having to navigate around to stand beside her.
The yurt is another matter entirely, and Finn’s stormy eyes widen at the plethora of trinkets and treasures, the brick-a-brack stacked high. Gazing with interest at a few colourful feathers, he blinks as Delphia speaks, pulled back into the present moment. ”What is it you are looking for?” he asks, carefully having to navigate around to stand beside her.
to lose my mind and find my soul
