"Oh, for research? For the distance, then?" Gideon assumed, supposing it would be hard to do the necessary tasks for the Order if the horizon was blurry. Of course, it didn't entirely slip his mind that there was a chance Finn's glasses were magical, but he'd let Finn himself tell him if that were the case: they all had their secrets, and while Gideon had no problems with prodding for them, he wasn't so gaudy as to outright ask.
He noticed that Finn was no longer meeting his eyes, but it seemed he was going to get some kind of answer anyway. The words seemed to be dancing around something (especially as Gideon knew that Amalia was an attractive young woman) but he only smirked, sat back and nodded. "I see. What do you make of her, anyway? I met her in the Citadel, but she seemed almost shy to be a DemiGod. Embarrassed. As if it were shameful."
The temple was indeed crowded on most days, at least for the morning sermons. "In the evenings we have a time for quiet contemplation and prayer - it's usually not too busy. You'd be welcome then."
He noticed that Finn was no longer meeting his eyes, but it seemed he was going to get some kind of answer anyway. The words seemed to be dancing around something (especially as Gideon knew that Amalia was an attractive young woman) but he only smirked, sat back and nodded. "I see. What do you make of her, anyway? I met her in the Citadel, but she seemed almost shy to be a DemiGod. Embarrassed. As if it were shameful."
The temple was indeed crowded on most days, at least for the morning sermons. "In the evenings we have a time for quiet contemplation and prayer - it's usually not too busy. You'd be welcome then."
GIDEON
And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
