one by one they lay the world at my feet,
one by one they drive me crazy.
one by one they drive me crazy.
You pick up on that, Finn's stark nod of agreement, and it makes you laugh softly to yourself. Knowing what unicorns can and can't do, you're confident his hand will be fine as well, but of course, you can't say this. Already you've said more about your knowledge of unicorns today than you have in years, and though you think perhaps a secret like the one you carry might be safe with Finn, you also think it might not be. Finn is, if nothing else, a survivor. And surviving the way he has does not allow for many loyalties. So you think, anyway. But that's much more Falke's domain than yours.
"It's called an array mbira. An outlander came through the portal with one at some point, and it was given to my parents. It's like..." You bite the inside of your lips, smiling to yourself trying to describe it. "Like a small piano I suppose, if instead of keys there were just different pieces of metal that you pluck with your fingers." Whimsically and a touch foolishly, you look toward Finn with a bright smile. "I think it sounds like rain."
"It's called an array mbira. An outlander came through the portal with one at some point, and it was given to my parents. It's like..." You bite the inside of your lips, smiling to yourself trying to describe it. "Like a small piano I suppose, if instead of keys there were just different pieces of metal that you pluck with your fingers." Whimsically and a touch foolishly, you look toward Finn with a bright smile. "I think it sounds like rain."
October
