audio | un: xianxian of yunmeng jiang

[weifinder]

Bear!? Bear! There was a bear in the bath!

( So comes this startled and startling shout, as elsewhere in camp, Wei Wuxian is (unfortunately) streaking past in damp, confused glory, a bear of arctic composure lumbering after him, soap bar still in mouth. Come back! He was just handing the soap over, he wanted to help! )

Comments

[topoiran]

... young master Wei, do you truly think all creatures ask the question 'why'?

[ Xunxian is now scratching the thick fur without hesitation. ]

The birds migrating to warmer places for the winter and then returning do not know the answer to 'why', they just do.

[ That doesn't mean that Xunxian has stopped asking, merely making sure that there are no hopes raised for an answer. His own curiosity is more along the lines of asking Anurr why a bear and not a person who can communicate with everyone, but he doesn't have much hope that that would get answered, either. ]

[weifinder]

No, but I can hope this one would.

( Which he sounds grudging over: please, it was chasing him around. )

Given who else has cropped up in our band of misfits, that's not limited to bears or other less thoughtful creatures.

( Also a grumble. )