we are all broken
"I did not ask if they had books about puns," Finn says softly, and were it not for the sudden interruption of the Taliesins into their date (or the prospect of them, anyway) he might have directed a crooked smile in her direction. As it stands, he follows her away into the woods once more - or rather, the woods lead them onwards - and he perks up at the sound of falling water. "It does sound like what you think it sounds like," he agrees. "Providing, of course, you think that it sounds like a waterfall."
And as they press onwards, soon enough glints of crimson appear between the fresh green of the Greatwood's leaves, until all at once they spill out into a clearing that puts the Cataract right before them, roaring in its red fury and spraying them with mist from its downpour. "The forest must like you," he says slowly.
And as they press onwards, soon enough glints of crimson appear between the fresh green of the Greatwood's leaves, until all at once they spill out into a clearing that puts the Cataract right before them, roaring in its red fury and spraying them with mist from its downpour. "The forest must like you," he says slowly.
that’s how the light gets in
