memory’s so treacherous
It doesn't take Finn long - but really, is there any surprise there? Things like this are his job. He's rolling his pen between his fingers now, stormy eyes gazing intensely down at the page and its implications. Only when he feels the owl's gaze upon him does he turn his head. "Only Ascended, or..." Or people like himself, with the capability to become such. Sucking in a deep breath, he slumps back in his seat only enough to ensure he doesn't topple Artemide.
"With this being where it was, though..." Surely Cian must already know about it. Surely there isn't any reason for him to even need to know this information, let alone do anything about it. Then again, his glasses were so conveniently placed beside the book in the office...
Running a hand over his forehead, he huffs out a sigh. "Perhaps it is time I went to see if the Eye has safely recovered from what happened to him," he says slowly. "If he asks, though, I picked this up by accident."
"With this being where it was, though..." Surely Cian must already know about it. Surely there isn't any reason for him to even need to know this information, let alone do anything about it. Then again, his glasses were so conveniently placed beside the book in the office...
Running a hand over his forehead, he huffs out a sigh. "Perhaps it is time I went to see if the Eye has safely recovered from what happened to him," he says slowly. "If he asks, though, I picked this up by accident."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
