blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
It's the collar of his shirt, and Finn is trying to ignore the way it constricts against his skin and reminds him of other, more unsavoury moments in his life. Instead, swallowing hard and shifting Tobi in his arms as best he can, he begins the slow trudge towards the Greatwood. "No more travelling for you," he murmurs in what is meant to be a joke, but he can't help that it sounds serious. And worried. "Not without an escort, anyway."
They walk for what can only be about ten minutes, Finn following his own prints in the sand which (thankfully) have not been blown away yet by the desert breeze, after which time the terrain becomes more rocky, more hard underfoot. Another ten and small amounts of vegetation begin to appear, patchy at first, but there are trees slowly bleeding into the world around them.
By this time, of course, even with the adrenaline Finn's muscles are screaming, and the first tree that offers any kind of leafy shade is the one he chooses to shelter beneath. Just for a little while. Bathed in cool shadows, the Spyglass huffs a sigh of relief and carefully sets Tobi down against the trunk. "There."
They walk for what can only be about ten minutes, Finn following his own prints in the sand which (thankfully) have not been blown away yet by the desert breeze, after which time the terrain becomes more rocky, more hard underfoot. Another ten and small amounts of vegetation begin to appear, patchy at first, but there are trees slowly bleeding into the world around them.
By this time, of course, even with the adrenaline Finn's muscles are screaming, and the first tree that offers any kind of leafy shade is the one he chooses to shelter beneath. Just for a little while. Bathed in cool shadows, the Spyglass huffs a sigh of relief and carefully sets Tobi down against the trunk. "There."
FINN
