un: absterge

[downswing]

A child failed in Ke-Waihu. Again, in Serthica.

Here, young Princess Cle-Florens, convinced of duty as sacrifice. We cannot abandon.

Elsewise: beware the Wards, the Gut's Bind. Death wanders.

If you have come possessed or hell-tainted, speak.

Comments

[downswing]

We may. But they may overpower.

[weifinder]

We know. But we're not alone. We can reach out to each other. We can have backup plans. Yes?

[downswing]

You do not believe in abduction.

[weifinder]

I would see no child die.

But I know that it doesn't work when the person being taken isn't ready for it. We can know better all we like, but we can't force someone else to agree.

So protect her as we best can, and make sure she's not left to die, at the moments where that's likely.

[downswing]

But remove her, should odds worsen. Agreed?

[weifinder]

Her and the other children. Yes.

[downswing]

Agreed.

lmf this comes after a long beat

[weifinder]

We can remain married.

BUT wait

[downswing]

Already dissolved.

LMF WOW

[weifinder]

Huh.

So anyway, Deimar is unmarried, is he not?

:' )

[downswing]

Hasten.

You must fit his marriage before your following wedding day. Ready your reds.

[weifinder]

Working on a proposal for Haiva too. Big event!

[downswing]

( Well then. )


Master Wei pivots swiftly.

I shall pay silver to his dowry.

[weifinder]

You'd be paying me my own silver.

[downswing]

( This delightful, wilful, shameless son of a brilliant mother. )


Marry me instead.

1/2

[weifinder]

( He loves you, Lan Zhan. )

You make a convincing argument.

[weifinder]

Proposal accepted. When do we wed?

[downswing]

( What argume — )


Come sundown. Red suits you.

[weifinder]

( exactly )

I'd like to see you in it while awake, for once.

[downswing]

An approximation. Done.

[weifinder]

( colour him highly intrigued. )

With the sunset.

[downswing]

( He will stitch together every red rag of Alem, then drag it with them in his qiankun purse. )


Less than Wei Ying deserves. But there are aged mantles.


( Read: half holes. )

[weifinder]

( devoured by time and moths, no doubt. but. )

It will be as fine as lace in my eyes, for who wears it, and why.

[downswing]

You honour me.

[weifinder]

Heart of my heart, twin of my soul. We honour each other.