we are all broken
"They always are," Finn responds far too smoothly, and in the moment this could have easily been a conversation taking place in Mother Molly's rather than on a date in the Greatwood. "I am glad you chose to show him your feelings with actions," he continues, and if there's a hint of pride in the squaring of his shoulders or the set of his jaw, then so be it.
"There may not be many unicorns, but there are plenty of Attuned," he says slowly, as if just realising that Tobi might not understand the lack of taboo outside of Stormbreak. "You could shift if you wanted to. I imagine most might think you an ordinary horse if they glimpsed you through the trees."
Stormy eyes widen a fraction to hear that it is almost Tobi's birthday, and Finn gives her a warm smile that, while learned, is nonetheless sincere. "Happy Birthday," he murmurs. "We ought to do something to celebrate. Not another dinner party, though. Please."
"There may not be many unicorns, but there are plenty of Attuned," he says slowly, as if just realising that Tobi might not understand the lack of taboo outside of Stormbreak. "You could shift if you wanted to. I imagine most might think you an ordinary horse if they glimpsed you through the trees."
Stormy eyes widen a fraction to hear that it is almost Tobi's birthday, and Finn gives her a warm smile that, while learned, is nonetheless sincere. "Happy Birthday," he murmurs. "We ought to do something to celebrate. Not another dinner party, though. Please."
that’s how the light gets in
