FINN
”Just because it is called something different, it does not make it any less a knife,” Finn fires back about her scalpel. ”And I wasn’t being a researcher when I stopped by the clinic. Besides, I had precious little need to sharpen pencils with only one good hand,” he points out; already his left hand itches beneath the cast, keen to be free now that it really doesn’t feel any kind of pain.
Her explanations about the unicorn are easily accepted, and it’s more than a touch because of what the creature has just managed to give to him. ”Perhaps we ought to see if this one can remain a permanent addition to the gardens. There may even be a herd, if you are lucky. It seems lonely to be in an enclosure all alone.”
An apt remark, given her next comment, the Spyglass chewing at the inside of his cheek and looking away as they walk, making good time towards the exit of the Celestine now that they know where they’re going (and they have something to go back for). ”I know,” he says slowly. ”I... feel uncomfortable, being in someone else’s private space.” The admission is likely the first to have passed his lips, and it’s as Tobi says; it’s because it’s her that he can let it tumble out.
”We did not always remain at the Silk Houses,” he explains. ”On occasion, wealthier clientele would request house calls.” And so Finn had learned that stepping in through the door of someone else’s abode tended to come with expectations.
Her explanations about the unicorn are easily accepted, and it’s more than a touch because of what the creature has just managed to give to him. ”Perhaps we ought to see if this one can remain a permanent addition to the gardens. There may even be a herd, if you are lucky. It seems lonely to be in an enclosure all alone.”
An apt remark, given her next comment, the Spyglass chewing at the inside of his cheek and looking away as they walk, making good time towards the exit of the Celestine now that they know where they’re going (and they have something to go back for). ”I know,” he says slowly. ”I... feel uncomfortable, being in someone else’s private space.” The admission is likely the first to have passed his lips, and it’s as Tobi says; it’s because it’s her that he can let it tumble out.
”We did not always remain at the Silk Houses,” he explains. ”On occasion, wealthier clientele would request house calls.” And so Finn had learned that stepping in through the door of someone else’s abode tended to come with expectations.
listen to silence. it has so much to say
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
