memory’s so treacherous
”I am glad to hear it.” Finn doesn’t believe he is just fine at all, but on the scale of life or death, she’s probably correct. And he doesn’t want to call her a liar again, so he lets it drop in lieu of hiding his smile at catching her out on her curiosity. ”Yes, he most certainly will. Perhaps I could suggest that they visit here instead.” Any suggestion he makes will go down by a lead balloon if it’s given to Cian. But maybe Finn needs to feed the idea to Dorian instead. Might float a bit better that way.
Her questions about the rest of the world cause his eyes to haze over again, as if he’s trying to give her an answer that isn’t clouded by his own perception of things. ”Bright. Colourful,” he says, which is the case whether or not he’s looking at it through lenses. ”In Torchline the ocean is close enough to touch your feet. In the Greatwood, the trees are so tall that they block out the sky. I could get lost in it for days.” And he did, in fact.
Her questions about the rest of the world cause his eyes to haze over again, as if he’s trying to give her an answer that isn’t clouded by his own perception of things. ”Bright. Colourful,” he says, which is the case whether or not he’s looking at it through lenses. ”In Torchline the ocean is close enough to touch your feet. In the Greatwood, the trees are so tall that they block out the sky. I could get lost in it for days.” And he did, in fact.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
