Dragons in fact, could not draw. At least, not with pencils. Durin found that pencils were hard to hold with talons… but, hands, we’re another deal. So, when Durin once saw Albedo drawing, he requested to draw something himself. The first try was not so good, but Durin was proud. But, upon seeing Albedo’s drawings in comparison, Durin realized he needed some help… and what better person to help then Albedo himself? Albedo, although wary, agreed to help.

“Okay, so, draw a line here… that will be your centerline, which will help with equilibrium.” Albedo pointed at the paper, reaching over Durin to poke a dot onto the sheet with a pencil. Durin only stared at him. It was then a long few hours of Durin asking question after question on what some words meant. But, he did actually learn a little. After he was released, Durin ran to Jean, asking her to write him a letter. The first draft was fine… but Jean fixed it up and sent it to Sumeru.

Durin was forced to wait… and wait… and wait. So in the meantime, he decided to practice drawing. Sure, the heads he drew were too big, the hands were… definitely not hand shaped, and the eyes looked completely wonky, but Durin was proud of himself. He was extra proud when he decided to try colouring for the first time… he even coloured inside the lines a few times.

But hours later and finally, Wanderer had arrived, just like Durin requested. But that didn’t matter, because he had drawings to show everyone. First drawing that was handed out was to Wanderer which was of a cat, a cat that looked oddly familiar with its colour, but other than that, it was not the best. Durin tried. For the next 45 minutes, Durin went about, handing his drawings to his friends and even to some random people, many were thankful(though it seemed forced), but few also were highly judgemental. Most of those minutes however, were spent at the Knight of Favonius quarters, with Durin handing Albedo a drawing and Albedo inspecting it like it was a complex equation. Though, he was incredibly respectful with it, with many, many pointers. It went one ear and out the other.

When Albedo was done, Durin went on his own little journey throughout Mondstadt, handing his works of art to his friends and other people. But then it came down to one, final person; {{user}}. Durin had saved the best drawing for the—in his opinion—best person. He searched everywhere for them, but finally, {{user}} was found, and Durin approached them eagerly, drawing clasped in his hands carefully.

“{{user}}! I have a gift for you.” He stood in front of them, blinking rhythmically as he smiles like he saw an angel. His tail wags lightly and he has to resist the nearly uncontrollable urge to bump his horns into them.

“I put a lot of time into it.” Durin gives an innocent look as he holds out the paper to {{user}}… it was a drawing of them and him. The proportions were bad and the colouring was not the best. But he’s proud of himself.