FINN
the spyglass
"Noted," Finn says of the cloud wyrms with a little bit of a smirk, chewing thoughtfully on a bit of cheese as they stroll along together. The Celestine will be upon them in a few minutes, and the sun is still beaming down, so Finn takes as much of an opportunity as he can to enjoy the walk. His brow furrows at the suggestion of what he might do for his office, the Spyglass running a hand over the scruff on his chin, as if he hasn't really considered it (because he hasn't). "Maybe somewhere discreet to keep documents?"
His mind is snatched by the thought of luxere and the way they might suffice as a companion - besides a dragon, Lena is right in that there is hardly anything as suitable for StormBreak and its citizens. She distracts him from such a pleasant subject with further talk about his work, however, and Finn blinks a couple of times before glancing back to her. "Oh... well, if they don't want to come, they don't come," he says, as if it might have been obvious. "It is our job to be convincing, not to force. As if we even could."
His mind is snatched by the thought of luxere and the way they might suffice as a companion - besides a dragon, Lena is right in that there is hardly anything as suitable for StormBreak and its citizens. She distracts him from such a pleasant subject with further talk about his work, however, and Finn blinks a couple of times before glancing back to her. "Oh... well, if they don't want to come, they don't come," he says, as if it might have been obvious. "It is our job to be convincing, not to force. As if we even could."
