finn
it always seems more quiet in the dark
Normally the type to wither awkwardly under compliments, they are both lucky that Finn is suddenly far more interested in whatever is stirring the mists out beyond the Falling, the detective furrowing his brow and taking a step closer. It's just that - a step - but even that much is big progress for him. "Nor have I," he says. "Could it be a new sort of skyship, perhaps? Or a-- oh!"
Even as he speaks, a flock of hels erupts through the fog - more than Finn has ever seen in one place - parting it enough that they can peek through and into the churning black at the bottom of the Falling.
The Ghost Whale is circling something; possibly an orca or another creature large enough to be considered prey. The night makes it impossible to discern its translucent flesh - all Finn sees is the skeleton beneath, and that alone is enough to make his heart jump into his throat.
Even as he speaks, a flock of hels erupts through the fog - more than Finn has ever seen in one place - parting it enough that they can peek through and into the churning black at the bottom of the Falling.
The Ghost Whale is circling something; possibly an orca or another creature large enough to be considered prey. The night makes it impossible to discern its translucent flesh - all Finn sees is the skeleton beneath, and that alone is enough to make his heart jump into his throat.
it always feels so stark
