October
There's nothing really for you to tune, and so you simply settle your instrument next to you on the bench. Turning to face Finn, one leg crossed before you to more easily engage with the strange metal contraption you're going to play (this is easily done in the leggings you're wearing), you adjust it just so. Placing your fingertips against the metal just as you might do with a piano, Finn's words cause you to abruptly stop what you're doing.
With dark eyes full of surprise and eager anticipation, you let your lips fall open slightly waiting for Finn to fill in the gaps. He doesn't though, his eyes on his guitar and his attention on tuning his strings, so you clear your throat loudly. "And??" You prompt, laughing brightly as you look to the owl as if she might have something more to say for herself.
With dark eyes full of surprise and eager anticipation, you let your lips fall open slightly waiting for Finn to fill in the gaps. He doesn't though, his eyes on his guitar and his attention on tuning his strings, so you clear your throat loudly. "And??" You prompt, laughing brightly as you look to the owl as if she might have something more to say for herself.
with illusions of someday cast in a golden light
