blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Finn glances around at first, the roar and hum of the water disguising the origin of the voice, but eventually he peers up and shades his hand against the light. The woman above him is obviously Fae, and he relaxes a bit to see her. At least he might be pointed in the right direction from here. "I've come to research the dust storms that lay beyond the river," he calls up to her. "I heard that people have been trying to explore them."
Stepping back a bit so he doesn't have to crane his neck so sharply, the Spyglass offers a hopeful sort of smile. "Do you happen to know anyone who has been out there?" he asks. "And whether any Ascended have tried to get through the storms?" It's a long shot, here in the Greatwood, but it still might be the case.
Stepping back a bit so he doesn't have to crane his neck so sharply, the Spyglass offers a hopeful sort of smile. "Do you happen to know anyone who has been out there?" he asks. "And whether any Ascended have tried to get through the storms?" It's a long shot, here in the Greatwood, but it still might be the case.
FINN
