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FINN

”It is his confidence,” Finn says with surprising ease. ”And his reputation. The airs he puts on in front of others make him formidable.” There’s a lot more to it, he’s sure, and the Eye is so far under his own skin at times, too, that it’s hard to tell what’s assumption and what’s truly a part of Cian’s nature. Still, riding the high of his ‘confinement’, Finn is happy to bat around theory as they walk.

He hums his agreement at her remark about Frey, nodding to her. ”That is true. Would would like to stop by and see it? They say some unicorns have the ability to heal. I imagine that would be something of a perk in the medical clinic.” Were it not for the blasphemy of such a thing, of course. The grand archways of the Celestine appear soon enough, and sweat is already dewing on Finn’s forehead. Luckily, the gardens have plenty of shady spaces to sit, so at least they might take a break.

But Tobi’s hand stops him suddenly, Finn falling to a halt and gazing down at her as if unsure of the expression on her face, of what it means. Her words do help, granted, and it’s with the most gentle sort of awkwardness that he tries to met away from her touch. ”I am sure it is just a threat to frighten me into compliance,” he says, hoping it to be true. ”I dare say Molly would refuse to have me now, at my age.”

listen to silence. it has so much to say

Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection