when you bury your pain
It certainly has been a while since Finn’s last check-up with Falke, and wouldn’t you know, the Spyglass is actually looking forward to it. He steps into the cafe and spots the Fixer almost instantly, long legs taking him over to the table so he might join him. ”I had forgotten you had such a sweet tooth,” he remarks of the scone, sidling into his seat. With LongHeat still in full swing and Finn confined to Stormbreak, he has found himself outside more often than not these days.
And the result is a startlingly healthy looking Spyglass; lightly tanned with only faint shadows beneath his eyes, Finn is sleeping and eating and exercising. Precisely what the doctor ordered, one might say. ”Apologies for being late. It took longer than expected to get here from the Celestine.”
And the result is a startlingly healthy looking Spyglass; lightly tanned with only faint shadows beneath his eyes, Finn is sleeping and eating and exercising. Precisely what the doctor ordered, one might say. ”Apologies for being late. It took longer than expected to get here from the Celestine.”
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
