blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
There's nothing, at first. Finn narrows his eyes, concerned by the absolute lack of aura anywhere around. Not many places are like this, and the ones that are tend to be graveyards or shunned places. Still, he begins to walk, his footsteps sinking in the sand... until he catches it. A glint, just barely, and likely about to fade too, but it's an Attuned. Its someone he knows well. Despite the heat, Finn breaks into a clumsy jog in the direction of the aura, tracking it until it gets stronger and more vibrant.
He tracks it right up to a splodge of colour in the sand - a sheet, he realises belatedly. And gods he's not sure if he can look under that sheet, Finn merely standing before it, worring at the sleeve of his jacket, feeling the sun beat down overhead. "Tobi?" he calls eventually, steeling himself for whatever he might find and carefully lifting up the sheet, crouching down so he might peer inside.
He tracks it right up to a splodge of colour in the sand - a sheet, he realises belatedly. And gods he's not sure if he can look under that sheet, Finn merely standing before it, worring at the sleeve of his jacket, feeling the sun beat down overhead. "Tobi?" he calls eventually, steeling himself for whatever he might find and carefully lifting up the sheet, crouching down so he might peer inside.
FINN
