FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
"Then it sounds as though it was worth it," Finn says with a smile that brings out his dimples, and he steps out onto the path to let his feet sink into her fading footprints. "I am glad that you were able to enjoy yourself. Though I don't envy how you may feel tomorrow," he remarks, letting his hands sink back into his pockets as they stroll. The snow is starting to come down hard and fast now, prompting Finn to glance over his shoulder. "I daresay that no one will know we were here by tomorrow." Not that tomorrow means much in LongNight.
Cian has Finn's brows knitting together, and he shakes his head, though it's obvious that his curiosity is piqued. "I've no idea if the enclosures react to those within it that are not mere magical creatures," he says slowly. "It is something that I might be able to find out in the Archives, though. Either way, I'm sorry that it worried you," he says.
Cian has Finn's brows knitting together, and he shakes his head, though it's obvious that his curiosity is piqued. "I've no idea if the enclosures react to those within it that are not mere magical creatures," he says slowly. "It is something that I might be able to find out in the Archives, though. Either way, I'm sorry that it worried you," he says.
that the soul is revealed
