FINN
Yes, because it’s definitely the rain that is stopping Finn from marching out into the horizon. Very astute. The Spyglass couldn’t look more uncomfortable currently, and he lets out a breathless sort of laugh in response to what he assumes is meant to be a reassurance from Remi. ”You have already happened to me,” he tells him pointedly, trying to adjust his stance to something more natural, with... sort of success.
It’s not one of those occasions where the nervous sailor turns out to love it once he’s on the waves. No, Finn is rigid as steel, wary at best and terrified at worst, waiting this stroll out until it’s over. ”With wings, I’m surprised you choose to walk over the water when you might fly,” he remarks, trying for small talk and not succeeding even slightly.
It’s not one of those occasions where the nervous sailor turns out to love it once he’s on the waves. No, Finn is rigid as steel, wary at best and terrified at worst, waiting this stroll out until it’s over. ”With wings, I’m surprised you choose to walk over the water when you might fly,” he remarks, trying for small talk and not succeeding even slightly.
