FINN
and into the forest i go,
Finn shrugs back into his coat with a murmur of thanks, turning the collar back up and resting his hands in the deep pockets. The flush is still there in his cheeks, and his curls bounce a little as he nods his agreement with her assessment of the instrument.
”It has seen a lot of love in its time, I would wager,” he says. ”Perhaps someone will come along and pick it up, now that they’ve heard the music it can make.” Perhaps that someone should be him? The thought doesn’t even cross his mind; hyper focused as the Spyglass can be, he knows he already has a very well-loved instrument at home. What need has he for another?
He chews at the inside of his lip as Amalia asks more about him, Finn shrugging his shoulders and looking somewhere out the front door of the shop. ”I learned a while ago,” he says slowly. ”Someone I knew taught me the basics. I picked the rest up myself from there.”
”It has seen a lot of love in its time, I would wager,” he says. ”Perhaps someone will come along and pick it up, now that they’ve heard the music it can make.” Perhaps that someone should be him? The thought doesn’t even cross his mind; hyper focused as the Spyglass can be, he knows he already has a very well-loved instrument at home. What need has he for another?
He chews at the inside of his lip as Amalia asks more about him, Finn shrugging his shoulders and looking somewhere out the front door of the shop. ”I learned a while ago,” he says slowly. ”Someone I knew taught me the basics. I picked the rest up myself from there.”
to lose my mind and find my soul
