audio | un: yiling laozu

[weifinder]

( Is it the sound of the sea swelling and escaping the shore behind him when he speaks? Or is the the shrill cries of the winds that batter at the walls and gates of the city? Who's to say, who's to say?

What Wei Wuxian does say is this, throat parched, picking slivers of wood out of his hands: )

Miss Hermione and I fell into the knowledge of why Cosette was at sea on the Headless Dancer, a decade ago or so. They were investigating a mirror shard attracting watery beasties offshore of Ellethia, under Ellethia's governing council or court or whatever it was. They weren't the only ones looking for the shard, but they were worried if they didn't find it first, that the institute of technology and magic might, fearing what that would mean in their power-hungry hands.

( A breath of laughter, tired, sad. People do not deserve the massacres that find them on the heels of other people's grasping greed. Or arrogance, a folly which he cannot claim himself innocent. )

We know how that race ended. So. How are we laying Matthias low without letting Anurr run wild in this city of death?