FINN
and into the forest i go,
Finn orders wine, and he doesn't even know why - it gives him something for his hands to do and the distraction of the taste, he supposes. For a man so content with silence, there's something screaming between he and Cian that he absolutely cannot abide, and yet he is forced to sit and accept it until such a time that Eye determines is appropriate to speak. And even when he does speak, it isn't... exactly forthcoming.
"Yes, at least this time there are no letters descending slowly into madness," he agrees softly. "Though we haven't yet started to speak about things, so it remains to be seen." Finn sighs, gazing up at the palms above, where Artemide perches. "So how does this end, Cian? Am I going to the Hollowed Grounds, or to the Silk Houses?"
"Yes, at least this time there are no letters descending slowly into madness," he agrees softly. "Though we haven't yet started to speak about things, so it remains to be seen." Finn sighs, gazing up at the palms above, where Artemide perches. "So how does this end, Cian? Am I going to the Hollowed Grounds, or to the Silk Houses?"
to lose my mind and find my soul
