we are all broken
”And?” Finn echoes, smiling down at the guitar strings. ”And what? I went to pray at the shrine, and she... appeared. She offered to make me something for my guitar, in exchange for taking care of Artemide. She’s no trouble. She keeps to herself, mostly,” he says, happy with his tuning at last and glancing back up at Tobi. Artemide is still circling overhead, but the pale bird soon swoops down to land nearby, as if sensing that they are talking about her.
”So shall we play?” he asks, the Spyglass somewhat predictably bashful about his encounter with an actual goddess. Honestly, it doesn’t even feel real a lot of the time, and if not for the pale owl, Finn would think he’s dreamed it.
”So shall we play?” he asks, the Spyglass somewhat predictably bashful about his encounter with an actual goddess. Honestly, it doesn’t even feel real a lot of the time, and if not for the pale owl, Finn would think he’s dreamed it.
that’s how the light gets in
