the spyglass
I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun
"Perhaps both - I am not sure of those specifics, yet." Finn frowns to himself, giving both of the options their due consideration. "If nothing more, he likely knows the layout of the Tundra better than most others we have at our disposal," he muses. Letting out a soft sigh, the cogs are already beginning to turn behind his eyes; once again, he's caught in Cian's web, reeled in by his intellect.
"When would you have me go?" he asks; because it's not a question of if, really. "And are there any others that you would recommend?" Whether that's to accompany him or to otherwise look at things further. Finn already has a list of books he might look at in the Archives before he leaves.
"When would you have me go?" he asks; because it's not a question of if, really. "And are there any others that you would recommend?" Whether that's to accompany him or to otherwise look at things further. Finn already has a list of books he might look at in the Archives before he leaves.
now all my stories have been told; except for one
