dream † 001

[wilfulsunbeams]

It was a dusty school room in the attic, the sort that might have been ideal for the lessons of a boy who was home schooled. If not for the fact that it was a rather depressing place. It was small, grimy, and the only source of light was from the tiny window at the side, barely illuminating most of the room

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[preces]

[A worried chirp. What's wrong, friend-Dorian? D:]

[wilfulsunbeams]

It's alright, Razette. It's all over now.

[preces]

[But it didn't seem very pleasant. D: She chirps a couple of times, before shaking her head.

Pointing to her mouth, she blinks at him quizzically. Does friend-Dorian want a song?]

[wilfulsunbeams]

[shakes his head]

It's fine. Thank you.

[preces]

[A sad smile. Friend-Dorian will cheer up soon, right?]

[wilfulsunbeams]

[smiles[

[preces]

[That's what she likes to see~

Have a smile in return.]