when you bury your pain
”You can say it however you like,” Finn says mildly, a small smile creeping across his face. But there’s a trail to follow now, and the Spyglass is absorbed by it. Delphia’s aura was barely noticeable, and if he hadn’t already tracked her down and gotten a good look at it, he doubts he’d be able to pick it up at all. But as they walk it becomes more visible, and of course he’s too lost in what he’s seeing to notice as Remi puts his foot out.
He trips Finn up quite spectacularly, the Spyglass inhaling sharply as the ground doesn’t follow his step as it should, sending him sprawling into the grass and undergrowth. He doesn’t even realise that Remi’s at fault, hissing in a short breath at the pain that shoots through his ribs as he makes contact with the ground. Second time in as many minutes, it feels like. ”Good to know I am clumsy as ever in these woods,” he says, getting his hands under him and gingerly getting back to his feet.
He trips Finn up quite spectacularly, the Spyglass inhaling sharply as the ground doesn’t follow his step as it should, sending him sprawling into the grass and undergrowth. He doesn’t even realise that Remi’s at fault, hissing in a short breath at the pain that shoots through his ribs as he makes contact with the ground. Second time in as many minutes, it feels like. ”Good to know I am clumsy as ever in these woods,” he says, getting his hands under him and gingerly getting back to his feet.
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
