IRIS
I understood what it meant to be under Cirdan protection. People apologized and wanted to be certain that there were no hard feelings between me and them, people I was not even aware of. And then the room switch in which I was taken to an exclusive dormitory which a lot of people did not have access to, by Cirdan commanded. It was enough to make me wonder about him, what was special about this guy, it was clearly more than just his looks and the Principal was willing to eat out of his palms if Cirdan wanted that. He was acting the same way he acted towards me.
“Finn,” I called during lunch one day, I was watching Cirdan as he ate and sketched something, he was an artistic Folk, one of the few which could bring their drawings to life, I had learned of that little nugget about him wh
