un: deft hand of little deaths [Voice]

[scrapgege]

Uhm, hi, can everyone hear me?

[Someone is a bit too used to stumbling into communication arrays where either everyone ignores him, or they suddenly have something else to do away from there the moment he speaks up.]

I was out gathering some firewood, and some people stumbled on me out there, and... well, long story short, some of them were the same people I saw back then at the first meeting, with Anurr's people, and they recognized me and they invited me to come along.

... I'm not quite sure what they're doing, but it looks like they're haveing a gathering of sort, and celebrations? There's a quite a lot of people...

Anyway, I won't really be able to slip away easily, but I promise I won't drink anymore of that thing they gave last time!

... Also I'm not quite sure where I am now, but they weren't that far away from the house, so you might be able to find a trail, if you're looking for it?

Comments

[scrapgege]

[The child is 800 years older than you, Lan Wangji.]

I promis I'll be careful. No drinking anything for sure. But there's... quite a lot of people going that way.

[downswing]

Will it move you, if I ask to turn around?

[scrapgege]

I.... don't think I really can.