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[paperbutterflies]

[ This... was supposed to go out to Wei Wuxian only, but since Sizhui wasn't sure it would be able to leave the stone walls at all, he may have sent it a bit stronger than it should have been. So it can reach... anyone at all. ]

Senior Wei, since Hanguang-jun is likely asleep but you probably are not, could you make sure there are enough people on the watch. I was on it but ah.

I am inside the ... rocks. I'm fine! Just can't find a way out.

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ALWAYS

[paperbutterflies]

She has feline features and her name is Catra.

I was doing the circuit for the middle watch, about forty to fifty steps from the main campfire, close to the statue which wields a spear there.

[downswing]

Protect the — ( And what is the... appropriate name? ) Girl.

( ...with feline features. )

Protect yourself. Danger at hand?

[paperbutterflies]

Yes, Hanguang-jun, I will. There does not seem to be immediate danger. The walls are covered in images, however, and there does not seem to be a way to get through them back outside.

There is a deep opening in the middle of the floor, perhaps there may be a way out back down the trail.

[downswing]

( And quieter: ) ...Sizhui. Do not fall.

not here

[weifinder]

( distraught flute solo plays quietly in the distance )

[paperbutterflies]

Hanguang-jun, I would not!

There is a path.

[downswing]

Set light talismans.

[paperbutterflies]

I already am, Hanguang-jun. When we find our way out, I will paint what we are seeing on the walls.

[downswing]

...curse runes?

[paperbutterflies]

Not as far as I can determine, but I will keep looking.

Stories, perhaps.

[downswing]

Whose?

[paperbutterflies]

[ Sizhui hesitates for a moment, then... ]

War. Or wars. Probably ones fought with magic - there are two suns in one place.

There may be other stories too, this is what I see so far.

[downswing]

The song? The sorceress? The rains?

[paperbutterflies]

I am still looking, Hanguang-jun. You will see all that I saw.

[downswing]

( And yet, he sees nothing now. )

I will come for you. ( This one matter is certain. ) Tap the wall every half-shi.

[paperbutterflies]

Are you around where I was taken now? I will go back down to try that.

[downswing]

The region. Yes.

( A rush of very, very laboured breathing — possibly the exertion of having struck stone without recourse. )

[paperbutterflies]

All right, I am doing it now, then.

[ ... He might not have heard that stone-striking on account of spacial displacement. He is back to where he appeared, but that doesn't mean it's next to the place he was swallowed at. ]

[downswing]

( And... he hears... nothing. Because stone is thick. )

...does space permit to attempt the guqin?

( Musical vibration, tumbling stone and small spaces. Ah. )

[paperbutterflies]

It...

Hanguang-jun, the one I have been trying to make is not ready for playing yet.

[downswing]

( Of course. The luck of it. )

Fire talisman. Flame would show through stone cracks.

[paperbutterflies]

There are torches, but they are barely holding on - I have been using talismans since I came in.

[ ... so that should have been visible. ]

[downswing]

( And he stings for it, for the implication. Crumbles. )

Sizhui. Light brighter.

[paperbutterflies]

Yes, Hanguang-jun.

[ And, after a moment to warn Catra to shield her eyes, he does so. ]

Is anything visible now?

[downswing]

( Too slow. He speaks too slowly by far. )

No.