FINN
and into the forest i go,
Observant as Finn is (and scattershot though it may be, a lot of the time), he notices the silvery marks that gather along the Shield’s hairline, stormy gaze lingering on them for perhaps longer than they ought to. His fingers twitch in his pockets, the Spyglass forcing his gaze forward again to wherever Amalia is to lead them next. ”Twice in almost as many years, after centuries of silence,” he remarks, the words sounding heavy on his tongue. There’s implication there, if he looks hard enough. A clue as to the state of the world; breadcrumbs leading them to here and now.
They arrive at the perch, and Finn furrows his brow at the state of it. ”Do you know where its home is?” he asks, glancing sidelong at her and stepping carefully towards it, eyes raking along its branches, like he can see the flames. He can’t help but incline his head towards her, though, at her second point. ”Why not?” he asks. ”From all I have read, the Longnight in the Hollowed Grounds is... unpleasant.”
They arrive at the perch, and Finn furrows his brow at the state of it. ”Do you know where its home is?” he asks, glancing sidelong at her and stepping carefully towards it, eyes raking along its branches, like he can see the flames. He can’t help but incline his head towards her, though, at her second point. ”Why not?” he asks. ”From all I have read, the Longnight in the Hollowed Grounds is... unpleasant.”
to lose my mind and find my soul
