when you bury your pain
”I don’t believe you are just anything,” Finn murmurs, though the quiet warmth in his voice suggests that it’s a compliment rather than a slight. He’s still kneeling in the grass, trying to work it all out - whatever it is. ”Five years goes by in a blink, for some. For others, every hour is a drag. Which way is it for you?” He rises to his feet again, huffing out another sigh.
”Not like smells, I don’t think. Though... the interesting thing is that the Greatwood is so empty. So Delphia’s tracks are some of the only ones around. And they overlap. I’ve never gotten a chance to see this up close.” Before Finn there’s a starburst of colour, crisscrossing in varying degrees of intensity. ”I can see ones that are about to fade away, and others that seem brighter.”
Talk of the pendant from their chat on the beach brings him out of it somewhat, Finn shrugging to him. ”You don’t have to do that,” he says, a little awkwardly, before nodding off towards the northeast. ”I think she’s that way.”
”Not like smells, I don’t think. Though... the interesting thing is that the Greatwood is so empty. So Delphia’s tracks are some of the only ones around. And they overlap. I’ve never gotten a chance to see this up close.” Before Finn there’s a starburst of colour, crisscrossing in varying degrees of intensity. ”I can see ones that are about to fade away, and others that seem brighter.”
Talk of the pendant from their chat on the beach brings him out of it somewhat, Finn shrugging to him. ”You don’t have to do that,” he says, a little awkwardly, before nodding off towards the northeast. ”I think she’s that way.”
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
