FINN
and into the forest i go,
Soon Tal will realise that Finn is very rarely the joking kind of person, even when he's well on his way to drunk, and apart from a terrible (and yet painstakingly thought out) pun here and there, he's quite a dry sort. "That's good, it is getting pretty cold out there," he says, more relaxed and yet still very much automatic when it comes to making small talk. As for the paperweight, though, he furrows his brow and stares into the bottom of his glass.
"It was magic, yes, but it was only a bit sparkly. It held some traumatic memories that I didn't want to deal with. While they were in the paperweight, I didn't feel any of the emotions associated with them. But it broke, when Stormbreak's Tower fell." Scrunching his nose and knocking back the drink in one, he shifts his guitar on his shoulder. "I should prob'ly go up and play some more."
"It was magic, yes, but it was only a bit sparkly. It held some traumatic memories that I didn't want to deal with. While they were in the paperweight, I didn't feel any of the emotions associated with them. But it broke, when Stormbreak's Tower fell." Scrunching his nose and knocking back the drink in one, he shifts his guitar on his shoulder. "I should prob'ly go up and play some more."
to lose my mind and find my soul
