we are all broken
Finn scrunches his nose at Tobi's question, though it isn't so much that he doesn't want to talk about it, rather that he is struggling to find the appropriate words. "Only once," he says finally, trying to navigate the murk of these conversational waters. "And I am not sure I counted as an entirely willing participant. So this is quite a pleasant change." Indeed, as Tobi cranes her head back to look at the sky, it's even quite easy for Finn to slip his arm around her shoulders so she doesn't veer off and totter over the edge of the walkway.
"Really," he says with a smile. "There are also giant mushrooms, and in Flowerbirth the Greatwood develops memory mud - it is like memory snow, but... I am sure you get the idea," he explains, guiding Tobi over a large root before hopping down to the forest floor, where the Fae are milling about and the other passengers are beginning to stream their separate ways. "I think if we navigate to the Stonesong, we will be able to follow it to the Crimson Cataract," he says.
"Really," he says with a smile. "There are also giant mushrooms, and in Flowerbirth the Greatwood develops memory mud - it is like memory snow, but... I am sure you get the idea," he explains, guiding Tobi over a large root before hopping down to the forest floor, where the Fae are milling about and the other passengers are beginning to stream their separate ways. "I think if we navigate to the Stonesong, we will be able to follow it to the Crimson Cataract," he says.
that’s how the light gets in
