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[downswing]

username: yiling patriarch

( Rise and shine, to coarse, near-dawn rasps from a gently borrowed quartz piece. Overheard in the background: meowling winds from the settling snow storms, the yawning bustle of early-morning trade, and the sharp gasps of a crowd. )

Bring salt, wine, water and joss sticks to the marketplace. ( Murmured: ) They've sullied their dead.

( A pause, stretching its legs, until a child cries over the 'armless men there.' )

We cannot be as animals, to leave them in indignity.

( ooc: ...response usernames will vary, depending on whether he's still at the marketplace or back at the House of Dew and hoarding Wei Wuxian's device, since he's too himself to get his own. )

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[downswing]

Wei Ying. Trust in me.

[weifinder]

I do, Lan Zhan. You have my trust, and my faith.

( the faith was, in ways, harder won. )

Trust in me too.

[downswing]

As I do Bichen.

[weifinder]

Good.

Send word when you're heading back!

( a pause )

Arranging a bath, and flirting with pretty women so you don't have to deal with them, are things I choose to do. You do enough for me, what can I not also do for you? Sheesh, Lan Zhan, these things go both ways! It says nothing about what you're capable of handling to me.

[downswing]

What do I do for you, here?


( Hinder, burden, delay. Provide no defence, fewer resources. )

[weifinder]

Stay by my side.

( it's one thing soul searching and grounding himself while on the road alone back home. here, it wouldn't be the same. )

Though if you'd like specifics, I can start listing.

[downswing]

( Not today, friend. We are yet cowards. )


...go. See to your errands.

[weifinder]

Mm, so I will. May the rites proceed well.