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( Dark and damp and Lan Wangji's pallor strained under moonlight. Behind him, flickers of broad, long temple columns — and the smoke smears of... ghosts, gathered. He seems short of breath, the silvered sheen of his sword half drawn from her scabbard, a spate of parchment papers littering the walls: active talismans. )

They have crowded their halls of the dead, to excess.

Here, the key withholds itself. Who hunts the other locations?

( And a pause, hesitant — whether to find his words or, absently, slap another talisman on the spirit that looms with a gaping maw behind him. ) Ke-Waihu stands safe?

( ooc: forwarded dated to the group's incursions in Ke-Waicai. Feel free to run into him in person, if you're also chasing the haunted temple key! )

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( Balm on open wound, to know at least this was shared: that Wei Ying tasted the brilliance of his sister in her bridal silks, draped in reds and gold and wonder. That trickles of family were still permitted to him. )

You will see your son in his nuptial reds. I pledge.

[weifinder]

( family was as unwilling to let him go as he was them; yet he maintained that exile, self selected. he's always known that. he always will.

to a future, wreathed in light. softly voiced, he smiles, the bare lift of his lips that grows as a flower unfurls to welcome the sun. )

You remain well named, Hanguang-jun.

( on the breath in, with the breath out, not for the nuptials of their yet engaged son: )

Thank you.

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Unnecessary. He is for gladness.

( Wei Ying may savour it, but Sizhui's happiness is not brokered for his purpose. )

[weifinder]

I'm thanking you for caring, Lan Zhan.