blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"What is wrong with my shoes?" Finn wants to know, though he offers a small smile to her and lets his arms fold around her when she tucks herself close. "I have always wanted to see the Oerwoud as well. Halo is beautiful, in a bleak sort of way," he explains, though his mind is only half on the conversation; mostly he's concentrating on the feel of Tobi against his side, the warmth radiating off her in all the places where they touch.
Raising his eyebrows, he can't help but smirk to hear her honesty, however hyperbolic it might be. "I have travelled before," he reminds her gently. "Halo, Torchline, the Climb, the Hollowed Grounds, the Greatwood... I even went into the desert that time, if you recall." Quite when Finn became such the seasoned traveller is a surprise even to the Spyglass, but his point remains the same; statistically, he isn't likely to wind up dead somewhere if it hasn't happened yet.
"Well, we will have to see what Cian decides," he says of Amalia. "How is your lip?"
Raising his eyebrows, he can't help but smirk to hear her honesty, however hyperbolic it might be. "I have travelled before," he reminds her gently. "Halo, Torchline, the Climb, the Hollowed Grounds, the Greatwood... I even went into the desert that time, if you recall." Quite when Finn became such the seasoned traveller is a surprise even to the Spyglass, but his point remains the same; statistically, he isn't likely to wind up dead somewhere if it hasn't happened yet.
"Well, we will have to see what Cian decides," he says of Amalia. "How is your lip?"
FINN
