FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
Finn almost flinches when he smells the sea on the air, and for a moment he stops dead. He remembers back in the fog, back in the beginning of this, needing, craving some kind of... pearl. That’s it. It was a pearl. But Finn hates the sea. He hates it, and it terrifies him, and yet...
He needs to go.
Carefully, his feet direct him to the right and he moves, hesitantly but steadily, towards the scent of brine.
Finn goes right towards the sea!
He needs to go.
Carefully, his feet direct him to the right and he moves, hesitantly but steadily, towards the scent of brine.
Finn goes right towards the sea!
I’ll find my own way down
