[ There- that is how it should be. Two men well pleased and well connected. As much as he had been uncertain about nudging them to one another he is glad to see it is working out quite so well. ]
Left for me?
[ He has half a mind to ask by whom until he opens it. Oils, a grinder, minerals. Fine ones, brightly colored and beautiful- for a moment his eyes brighten considerable, warmth and joy coloring his expression before the who is answered and he tucks such sentiments away quickly.
Pigments for paint.
Michel.
Zevran closes the chest, hand light on the top, eyes still down. ]
no subject
Left for me?
[ He has half a mind to ask by whom until he opens it. Oils, a grinder, minerals. Fine ones, brightly colored and beautiful- for a moment his eyes brighten considerable, warmth and joy coloring his expression before the who is answered and he tucks such sentiments away quickly.
Pigments for paint.
Michel.
Zevran closes the chest, hand light on the top, eyes still down. ]
Why did he leave this with you?