It was the picture of pastoral comfort and very cozy looking. Dorian certainly felt out of place as he sat down next to Bramen's brother. The halla so easily accepting him and resting on him.
He was used to the world of nobility with its backhanded compliments and assassination attempts. Dorian didn't know what to do with these kind and gentle people. Alright, so they referred to him as Shem but that's not unexpected.
"Someone will have to make my apologies when we leave," he mused, patting the halla gently on the top of its head. "I cannot stay forever, flosculus."
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Date: 2015-02-25 02:46 pm (UTC)He was used to the world of nobility with its backhanded compliments and assassination attempts. Dorian didn't know what to do with these kind and gentle people. Alright, so they referred to him as Shem but that's not unexpected.
"Someone will have to make my apologies when we leave," he mused, patting the halla gently on the top of its head. "I cannot stay forever, flosculus."