[Dorian's lap is precisely where he'd hoped to end up, so there's a fairly smug little smile on his face as he settles. At least until Dorian starts speaking and Orym looks at him in curiosity that quickly turns into wonder at what Dorian has produced from his pack.]
You wrote me a song?
[The question is breathless. This may be the sweetest thing that anyone has done for him. He reaches for the papers to take them carefully in his fingers, though he pauses.]
You dropped something, I think. [He gestures to the stones.]
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Date: 2023-04-18 07:36 am (UTC)You wrote me a song?
[The question is breathless. This may be the sweetest thing that anyone has done for him. He reaches for the papers to take them carefully in his fingers, though he pauses.]
You dropped something, I think. [He gestures to the stones.]