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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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People who mind their own business tend to live longer, Daddy Yiling.

And die, lone on their knees.

( 'Daddy no.' )

Going out of your way doesn't save you from such an end, it only hastens it.

[ Just ask Wei Wuxian. ]

Twice slain, now. Have they not earned peace?

I can bring water and a pouch of salt, but that's all I have.

[tbh he's never heard of joss sticks. he has a good guess at what they are, but even if he's right, he doesn't know where to find them]

Edited 2021-04-12 22:33 (UTC)

Perhaps. But so few get what they deserve.

Edited 2021-04-12 22:42 (UTC)

( Excuses, then. Impoverished commitments. )

Procure more.

When your eyes watch.

I can get more salt, but the trip to the mines will take a few hours.

( A long pause, then the sound of — rustling, before Wangji's voice returns: )

They perished in violence. Rites are required.

I will come.

They have dismembered them? [ He can only guess based on the 'armless' comment from the child. ]

I understand.

[And he does, even if he doesn't quite understand how death works in this world]

I could- with a few fresh pine branches, I could try a rite I learned. Although, it's meant to send souls to Yggdrasil in my world. I'm not sure it would do the same here.