FINN
”Well, someone has to,” Finn remarks about the hero look; gods know he doesn’t have it either, though that’s hardly surprising given that he’s near identical to Remi. Gazing up at the shield that protects them from the rain, a smile of quiet and genuine enjoyment flickers across his face. Then he’s pressing his hands into his pockets and they’re on their way to the docks.
He walks as quickly as he’s able - long legged, it’s a hindrance to say the least not to be able to keep to his usual pace - and he’s got to admit, he’s curious about this wait and see business. Ah, but then they arrive, and Finn sees exactly what all the fuss is about.
Had he brought his glasses, had he not gotten a full night’s rest, the sight of the dock workers conducting their business in a perfect, chaotic dance... it probably would have overwhelmed him. More than probably, in fact. But here and now? Stormy eyes flick from worker to worker, taking in each task, finding how one job fit into the next, perfectly orchestrated. Like cogs in a machine without anyone powering it.
”There’s certainly something... other, about it,” he agrees with a lopsided smirk. ”I’m not sure what I’d be, in another life.”
He walks as quickly as he’s able - long legged, it’s a hindrance to say the least not to be able to keep to his usual pace - and he’s got to admit, he’s curious about this wait and see business. Ah, but then they arrive, and Finn sees exactly what all the fuss is about.
Had he brought his glasses, had he not gotten a full night’s rest, the sight of the dock workers conducting their business in a perfect, chaotic dance... it probably would have overwhelmed him. More than probably, in fact. But here and now? Stormy eyes flick from worker to worker, taking in each task, finding how one job fit into the next, perfectly orchestrated. Like cogs in a machine without anyone powering it.
”There’s certainly something... other, about it,” he agrees with a lopsided smirk. ”I’m not sure what I’d be, in another life.”
