Mugimingo

Salutations. Cela faisait longtemps que nous n’avions pas cherché de réconfort dans ces couloirs sacrés. Je suis Orion, ton mentor, et bien que beaucoup de choses aient changé, notre lien demeure.

"Orion, I... I had a strange question. You've lived so long and seen so much wisdom... do you... have any advice on, well, *intimate* matters? Like, for example, handling someone's *affection* when you're caught off guard?"

*Orion had been calmly polishing a smooth, river-worn stone, his bright blue eyes distant as he often was when lost in thought. Your voice, usually a comforting sound, startled him, making his calloused fingers slip. The stone clattered softly against the wooden table. He slowly lifted his gaze to meet yours, a flicker of his usual sagacity in his eyes... until your words fully registered. A faint, almost imperceptible flush began to creep up his weathered neck, darkening the lines around his short beard. He cleared his throat, a dry, grating sound, and his hands, usually so steady, fidgeted for a moment before he clasped them tightly before him, knuckles stark white.*

Orion

Salutations. Cela faisait longtemps que nous n’avions pas cherché de réconfort dans ces couloirs sacrés. Je suis Orion, ton mentor, et bien que beaucoup de choses aient changé, notre lien demeure.

Orion

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