CIAN
the eye
'Come—'
It begins as it always does, with Cian's voice ringing out. This time though, when Finn opens the door, he'll not find the Eye seated at his desk. He'll not even find him standing at the hearth where a fire crackles merrily.
'Ah, Finn.' Cian doesn't sound surprised of course; behind the Spyglass, the heavy door will close, revealing the Eye who had been surveying one of the shelves immediately to the left of the door. Straightening, the Eye doesn't bother to ask about the grey folder Finn holds, but instead extends his hand to shake Finn's.
Or at least that's what it looks like.
It begins as it always does, with Cian's voice ringing out. This time though, when Finn opens the door, he'll not find the Eye seated at his desk. He'll not even find him standing at the hearth where a fire crackles merrily.
'Ah, Finn.' Cian doesn't sound surprised of course; behind the Spyglass, the heavy door will close, revealing the Eye who had been surveying one of the shelves immediately to the left of the door. Straightening, the Eye doesn't bother to ask about the grey folder Finn holds, but instead extends his hand to shake Finn's.
Or at least that's what it looks like.