[Oh. Sinclair smiles, gently nudging Oria to rest against him]
Yeah. If you'd like to listen...
[When Oria is comfortable, Sinclair will begin reading. For all of Sinclair's nerves about public speaking, when he's content and comfortable himself, he has a good reading voice]
[ Oria leans against Sinclair, getting himself comfortable before Sinclair reads out the text to him. He hasn't read any of the author's works, but the way Sinclair reads it out loud makes him feel immersed in it when he closes his eyes. He can picture everything so vividly. It's...
... relaxing.
He doesn't make any commentary either, because he doesn't want to interrupt him. It looks like he's having fun too. ]
[Sinclair's voice is soft, gentle, the words falling between them with its own power.]
...So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.
[It's a good book. And he's glad that Oria wants to share it with him]</small.
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Wanna read it out loud for me?
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Yeah. If you'd like to listen...
[When Oria is comfortable, Sinclair will begin reading. For all of Sinclair's nerves about public speaking, when he's content and comfortable himself, he has a good reading voice]
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... relaxing.
He doesn't make any commentary either, because he doesn't want to interrupt him. It looks like he's having fun too. ]
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...So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.
[It's a good book. And he's glad that Oria wants to share it with him]</small.