FINN
the spyglass
Despite what people may assume about Finn Rosencrantz, on this occasion he is not, in fact, responsible for the stray elbow that sends the dressings and bandages tumbling from Lena’s basket. In fact he is a few yards in front, his eyes on the Tower looming in the distance, mind on the research he’s trying to tease out. He rarely visits the Plaza, but he seems to be doing so more and more often lately; strange, given that his need to socialise is almost non-existent.
But sometimes being part of something without actively participating can be just as rewarding. In this case, however, he’s caught by the sight of a perfectly rolled dressing unravelling itself next to his leg, and Finn turns to stoop and stop its progress quite on autopilot. There’s another, and another as well, and he’s gathered a couple of them up by the time their owner appears.
”These must be yours,” he says with a polite smile, offering them out to her.
But sometimes being part of something without actively participating can be just as rewarding. In this case, however, he’s caught by the sight of a perfectly rolled dressing unravelling itself next to his leg, and Finn turns to stoop and stop its progress quite on autopilot. There’s another, and another as well, and he’s gathered a couple of them up by the time their owner appears.
”These must be yours,” he says with a polite smile, offering them out to her.
