FINN
and into the forest i go,
Finn continues to watch the yurt and its contents out of the corner of his eye, but most of him is distracted by Delphia at least. He tilts his head, noting the ingredients she picks up and automatically shuffling to go and take the offered seat. Quite how they both manage it in the cluttered space is beyond him, and he looks thoroughly out of place in every sense of the word. ”I have seen some of these things before,” he murmurs, recognising lavender and sage in the mix.
”Though they have only been used on their own. What is it you plan to do with them?” He would use it if it worked, but more than that - if he could show it to Falke, perhaps, then the Fixer would be able to share the practice with more than just Finn. He is not a selfish man, the Spyglass. Perhaps he should be.
”Though they have only been used on their own. What is it you plan to do with them?” He would use it if it worked, but more than that - if he could show it to Falke, perhaps, then the Fixer would be able to share the practice with more than just Finn. He is not a selfish man, the Spyglass. Perhaps he should be.
to lose my mind and find my soul
