FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
Tobi is elegant regardless of the depths of the snow, and at her side Finn is a trudging, clumsy thing, trying to fight his way through the deep, dark cold. If this were anyone else he'd have abandoned the task by now; indeed, if it were anyone else he'd have suspected foul play from an external source (Remi) and worried that he was about to slip into the depths of a nightmare. But King's End sprawls before them, stealing the Spyglass's breath and causing his eyes to widen, boyish in his wonder.
Even as the creature in the distance snarls its hunger and its rage, Finn can only shiver a bit as the sound thrums through him. He breathes the Wilds in deep, straightening up, the wind catching on his coat to whip it out behind him even with his hands still buried in his pockets. "It's beautiful," he murmurs into the night, glancing up at the unicorn at his side.
Even as the creature in the distance snarls its hunger and its rage, Finn can only shiver a bit as the sound thrums through him. He breathes the Wilds in deep, straightening up, the wind catching on his coat to whip it out behind him even with his hands still buried in his pockets. "It's beautiful," he murmurs into the night, glancing up at the unicorn at his side.
that the soul is revealed
