the stories i could tell
If Artemide has thoughts on where Finn should look next, she doesn't object as he flips to the section with his title on it. Like the pages he's just looked at, the precise amount of space taken up suggests that the pages of the book shift and change depending on what is written upon them.
This page is washed in a single watercolour shade: a powder blue that looks as soft as the silk it's meant to represent. Safrin's name is written in large letters, with a few notes beneath indicating that the goddess has taken an interest in Finn, the author gives no indications of what this might mean, other than a single entry that says: too weak and broken to accept the power offered to him. Predictably there are a few symbols indicating features of Finn's life prior to joining the Order, notes from Falke about the Spyglass's progression (current outlook is that a lack of official work is good for him, because it fools him into thinking he's in control).
Moving from the bookcase, the large owl is suddenly on Finn's forearm. Far lighter than one would expect from a creature her size, she delicately takes the book from the Spyglass's fingers and lets it fall back to the table of contents, where she holds it open, one of her claws pointing to the machine.
This page is washed in a single watercolour shade: a powder blue that looks as soft as the silk it's meant to represent. Safrin's name is written in large letters, with a few notes beneath indicating that the goddess has taken an interest in Finn, the author gives no indications of what this might mean, other than a single entry that says: too weak and broken to accept the power offered to him. Predictably there are a few symbols indicating features of Finn's life prior to joining the Order, notes from Falke about the Spyglass's progression (current outlook is that a lack of official work is good for him, because it fools him into thinking he's in control).
Moving from the bookcase, the large owl is suddenly on Finn's forearm. Far lighter than one would expect from a creature her size, she delicately takes the book from the Spyglass's fingers and lets it fall back to the table of contents, where she holds it open, one of her claws pointing to the machine.
