FINN
and into the forest i go,
Finn usually sequesters himself away in his office to do his research, but at times the Collegium provides a perfect humdrum of background noise that makes for great concentration. That, and sometimes the quiet and the solitude are the Spyglass’s worst enemy. There’s no telling which it is today, but either way the afternoon finds him at a table, his hand moving fluidly across paper to jot down notes from a book.
The sound of his name, however formal, surprises him enough that he leaves a blot of ink on the paper as he flinches and looks up, spotting the Priest of all people. Unable to remember a time when he and the other man have spoken properly, Finn resorts to his usual polite awkwardness, offering a flicker of a smile that can hardly be called that. ”I am doing well, thank you,” he says, lifting his previously broken left hand and flexing it experimentally.
”It’s as good as new. I will make sure I am more careful next time. How are things in your congregation?”
The sound of his name, however formal, surprises him enough that he leaves a blot of ink on the paper as he flinches and looks up, spotting the Priest of all people. Unable to remember a time when he and the other man have spoken properly, Finn resorts to his usual polite awkwardness, offering a flicker of a smile that can hardly be called that. ”I am doing well, thank you,” he says, lifting his previously broken left hand and flexing it experimentally.
”It’s as good as new. I will make sure I am more careful next time. How are things in your congregation?”
to lose my mind and find my soul
