[ Heavy metal sounds. Dion can well imagine these, though what his mind conjures are Mid's large-scale projects and Blackthorne hammering away at the ancient materials she required to be modified just so.
Decidedly, Dion had never considered these particularly melodious beyond a steady rhythm, a chorus of sleep-denying racket.
Candy is a word he understands, however. ]
I may not be familiar. [ He prefaces with this, having seen a few examples of confections he'd be pressed to even guess at the taste of. ] What are they?
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Decidedly, Dion had never considered these particularly melodious beyond a steady rhythm, a chorus of sleep-denying racket.
Candy is a word he understands, however. ]
I may not be familiar. [ He prefaces with this, having seen a few examples of confections he'd be pressed to even guess at the taste of. ] What are they?