FINN
the spyglass
Finn nods his agreement, his mind wandering to the other things he might make for his office; the place seems all the more inviting suddenly, now that there is a window and light beaming within it. Secret compartments, hidden drawers, places to fold out larger documents or to hang them for perusal - he throws himself into the ideas, lost until they arrive at the Celestine and he's caught, again, by its beauty. He has walked through it before, but with the purpose of exercise and enjoyment, not necessarily to take in any of the sights.
Lena's question finds him smiling softly, and he rests his hands in his pockets. "Perhaps those cloud wyrms you spoke about?" he suggests. "And the dragons, I think. I don't think I have ever seen them interact with one another." As companions, he's only ever seen them draped over their bonded, but given their spirit and their energy, he imagines it must be riotous at best.
Lena's question finds him smiling softly, and he rests his hands in his pockets. "Perhaps those cloud wyrms you spoke about?" he suggests. "And the dragons, I think. I don't think I have ever seen them interact with one another." As companions, he's only ever seen them draped over their bonded, but given their spirit and their energy, he imagines it must be riotous at best.
