FINN
the spyglass
Finn feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, one that he's not sure he even knew was there, but it's with a very light heart that he accepts the roll of bandages. Leaning down amongst the wyrms and their mischief, wafting clouds away from his face, Finn leans down to tickle at one of the little creatures, and he smirks up at Lena. "I'll do my best," he says, glancing back down to see the wyrm wiggle around his hand; he lifts it up, wondering just how he's supposed to keep it still without squashing it.
Luckily for Finn, the little thing has done this before, and it stills to let him change the bandages. "What do you use for treats? More meat?" he asks, tilting his head back at the groundskeeper. "Whatever it is, it must be pretty good for them to be so well behaved."
Luckily for Finn, the little thing has done this before, and it stills to let him change the bandages. "What do you use for treats? More meat?" he asks, tilting his head back at the groundskeeper. "Whatever it is, it must be pretty good for them to be so well behaved."
