memory’s so treacherous
That a goddess could be grateful to him is so quaintly far-fetched that Finn even finds himself smiling about it. It’s the sort of smile that suggests he must be dreaming, that this didn’t just happen and he’s all tucked up in bed at home. Still, he manages a soft inhale and a nod of appreciation, lowering the guitar and trying to find his words again. ”I wasn’t aware that you enjoyed music,” he admits, fully aware that he’s painfully mistaken by the mere sight of her.
The owl steals his attention again for a second, Finn unsure if it has arrived with Safrin or not (but it must have - a creature so large could not be found simply travelling the skies, surely). Holding onto his guitar because he has little else he might do, the Spyglass get to his feet and offers a small bow, head inclining with respect for the lady of the stars.
”I confess, I came only to pay my regards to the gods,” he admits. ”I ask for no blessing, nor to I expect anything from you.”
The owl steals his attention again for a second, Finn unsure if it has arrived with Safrin or not (but it must have - a creature so large could not be found simply travelling the skies, surely). Holding onto his guitar because he has little else he might do, the Spyglass get to his feet and offers a small bow, head inclining with respect for the lady of the stars.
”I confess, I came only to pay my regards to the gods,” he admits. ”I ask for no blessing, nor to I expect anything from you.”
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
