FINN
and into the forest i go,
The nod in the periphery of his vision causes Finn's eyes to lift in time to be pinned by one of Cian's stares. And though it still chills the very core of him, as if the Eye can look into every silk-wrapped secret, every old bruise and fresh wound, there is more steel in the Spyglass than previously. His experiences with the world outside of StormBreak have bitten him and left scars, and he is less surprised than ever by how hungry it can be.
"I accept it," he says easily, as if a mantle has been readjusted on his shoulders. It's heavy as well as it's comforting, and he's not sure how well it fits him currently. But he wears it regardless. "I will be able to get the information in 48 hours maximum. Less, if the landing point of the compass is close to a storm. I will deliver the report on my return, unless you have other instructions."
"I accept it," he says easily, as if a mantle has been readjusted on his shoulders. It's heavy as well as it's comforting, and he's not sure how well it fits him currently. But he wears it regardless. "I will be able to get the information in 48 hours maximum. Less, if the landing point of the compass is close to a storm. I will deliver the report on my return, unless you have other instructions."
to lose my mind and find my soul
