finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
"Hm?" Finn continues to blink up at the ceiling curving overhead, smiling a bit, but it fades as he tracks a prominent crack in the ice down the nearest wall. "Oh, no. The Tower has stood for over three hundred years at the heart of Stormbreak. Or... had stood, I ought to say. A lot of history fell with it that night." And that belated realisation causes his heart to sink more than expected.
"Lady Winter?" he echoes. "Do you speak of the Eirachi? I read about the Palace's construction, when an Outlander Warden took control. Have you ever met with her?" His curiosity is piqued, not that Finn particularly wants to run into her himself. Or any other god, at any point. Bit difficult with the whole Accepted thing, really.
"Lady Winter?" he echoes. "Do you speak of the Eirachi? I read about the Palace's construction, when an Outlander Warden took control. Have you ever met with her?" His curiosity is piqued, not that Finn particularly wants to run into her himself. Or any other god, at any point. Bit difficult with the whole Accepted thing, really.
it always feels so stark
