FINN
and into the forest i go,
The weight of their previous conversation is lost now, on Finn. He leads them into the music shop with eyes keen to take everything in, lingering on small trinkets, on the odd bit of sheet music. He’s still perusing when the owner appears, wrapping Amalia in a hug, and the Spyglass turns to give a less bright, but still markedly warm smile to him. His cheeks colour just a little at the word friend, and he gives a quick nod to the other man.
”It is my first time visiting the Hollowed Grounds. I did not expect to come upon a place like this. Thank you, Amalia.” He turns again, drinking in every shelf, every string, and his ears follow the sound of chords to where a customer has paused to try out a guitar. It’s well crafted but still like nothing Finn has ever seen before. ”Do you play?” he asks Amalia, gesturing to... well, anything at all that surrounds them.”
”It is my first time visiting the Hollowed Grounds. I did not expect to come upon a place like this. Thank you, Amalia.” He turns again, drinking in every shelf, every string, and his ears follow the sound of chords to where a customer has paused to try out a guitar. It’s well crafted but still like nothing Finn has ever seen before. ”Do you play?” he asks Amalia, gesturing to... well, anything at all that surrounds them.”
to lose my mind and find my soul
