FINN
the spyglass
Taking his hands from his pockets, Finn does indeed crouch down next to Lena, forearms resting on his knees so he can admire the little dragons as they come snapping and bounding up for their meal. "I'm surprised you haven't lost a finger," he remarks, holding out his hand as instructed and waiting for her to place the meat onto his palm. As the blue and ivory dragons bicker over who's next, it's the ivory that eventually headbutts her way forward.
She snaffles up the meat directly from his palm, barely remembering to stop at his fingers, and it's with a laugh that's half nervous, half entertained that Finn finally draws his hand back. "Well, she certainly has an appetite," he remarks, raising an eyebrow at the slime left on his hands from the raw meat. "I'm sure she will be soaring around before we know it." He straightens back up, watching them carefully. "Is it hard, to let them go?"
She snaffles up the meat directly from his palm, barely remembering to stop at his fingers, and it's with a laugh that's half nervous, half entertained that Finn finally draws his hand back. "Well, she certainly has an appetite," he remarks, raising an eyebrow at the slime left on his hands from the raw meat. "I'm sure she will be soaring around before we know it." He straightens back up, watching them carefully. "Is it hard, to let them go?"
