FINN
and into the forest i go,
Finn openly winces as he’s asked about his glasses, shaking his head and passing a hand across his face, offering a somewhat defeated smile to the Priest. ”I can read well enough without them. They were for field research,” he explains as best he knows how. ”I lost them, I think.” Regardless, he both savours their absence and misses them. Without them, he finds, the things he sees dancing in the corners of his vision at times are less easy to dismiss as eye strain.
He nods the affirmative in response to Gideon’s next question, stormy eyes fixed firmly on the papers beneath his fingers now. ”I was sent to the Hollowed Grounds to keep a tab on Vi’s demigod,” he explains. ”She was sick as well at the time. We quite literally walked into one another as I was heading into the inn. An accident that led to an infection.” And that, he suggests, is all he’ll be saying about it.
Religious questions are somehow easier to answer, and Finn relaxes a bit in his chair. ”I imagine you are doing everything perfectly right,” he says. ”I am not one for crowds, however. If there are times when the temple is less busy, I may drop by.”
He nods the affirmative in response to Gideon’s next question, stormy eyes fixed firmly on the papers beneath his fingers now. ”I was sent to the Hollowed Grounds to keep a tab on Vi’s demigod,” he explains. ”She was sick as well at the time. We quite literally walked into one another as I was heading into the inn. An accident that led to an infection.” And that, he suggests, is all he’ll be saying about it.
Religious questions are somehow easier to answer, and Finn relaxes a bit in his chair. ”I imagine you are doing everything perfectly right,” he says. ”I am not one for crowds, however. If there are times when the temple is less busy, I may drop by.”
to lose my mind and find my soul
