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audio | un: yiling laozu | the day following the dragon hatching (end of august)
( sounding subdued, wei wuxian speaks out on network again! really we're all tired of hearing from this guy, get him a new hobby, like knitting. those needles are great impromptu weapons! ask wen qing. don't ask wen qing.. )
Hey. For those partnered with dragons, you'll know what I mean when I say that yesterday's hatching was emotional. I felt mixed joy and dread from Lethe intense enough to bring me to tears.
I reached out to a fellow member of our group, Wrathion, in an attempt to understand why. He found their mother Aiva at a loss to explain how she felt at the time of hatching, but with the moment passed, believing her young were fine. She sensed nothing awry. Her major concern rested with her mate's injury, and her irate belief that it was caused by a Minaras scouting airship, or so her shared images conveyed. He then coaxed the new mother into allowing us near the newborns for a brief examination.
( he pauses here, then sighs. this is not the sort of thing he finds enjoyable to say. it's simply important. )
We found that the infant dragons appear alive to sight and touch. But according to my sense of death and life, they're dead. Not possessed, not puppeted, just... dead. Which is different, as the citadel makes it impossible to tell the living from the dead otherwise. The only place you can is in the Mouse House.
( a final pause, and a solemn consideration: )
I don't know that anything survived that plague years ago. This feels more and more like a mockery of life forced on the dead.
Hey. For those partnered with dragons, you'll know what I mean when I say that yesterday's hatching was emotional. I felt mixed joy and dread from Lethe intense enough to bring me to tears.
I reached out to a fellow member of our group, Wrathion, in an attempt to understand why. He found their mother Aiva at a loss to explain how she felt at the time of hatching, but with the moment passed, believing her young were fine. She sensed nothing awry. Her major concern rested with her mate's injury, and her irate belief that it was caused by a Minaras scouting airship, or so her shared images conveyed. He then coaxed the new mother into allowing us near the newborns for a brief examination.
( he pauses here, then sighs. this is not the sort of thing he finds enjoyable to say. it's simply important. )
We found that the infant dragons appear alive to sight and touch. But according to my sense of death and life, they're dead. Not possessed, not puppeted, just... dead. Which is different, as the citadel makes it impossible to tell the living from the dead otherwise. The only place you can is in the Mouse House.
( a final pause, and a solemn consideration: )
I don't know that anything survived that plague years ago. This feels more and more like a mockery of life forced on the dead.
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remembering he can private a thing again to prevent his brother from heart failure
.......rip jiang cheng
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audio switch lmf
: )
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( lan zhan being sweet... and a part of wei wuxian glad. another part aware he shoves off enough of this, but he'd like happy answers from this world they trudge through. and his hopes have been thin, lately, but for the few he holds closest. )
I'll be fine come tomorrow.
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