CIAN
the eye
Cian doesn't exactly frown, indeed he does something much worse. He feigns a flicker of surprise, as if having finally given Finn some modicum of respect, only to have it instantly dashed by such a silly question. The expression fades in a heartbeat as Cian regards the sea. That is something he can appreciate. Something powerful, something that holds its secrets with predictable prowess. He takes a deep drag on his cigarette before acknowledging that Finn has spoken at all, and even then, it's just a distant nod.
"Who do they follow?" The Eye asks in a dry and dusty voice, expectation lacing the words. Thunder rumbles somewhere in the distance, and Cian finds himself taking in a long and deep breath of sea air.
"Who do they follow?" The Eye asks in a dry and dusty voice, expectation lacing the words. Thunder rumbles somewhere in the distance, and Cian finds himself taking in a long and deep breath of sea air.
