There are many from different worlds, different times.
The sunlight room is the best we have while on the station. The illusion is believable but we get our time with nature in some the world we visit. [but not all.
xichen tucked his arms behind his back, stood straighter still as he walked. that was something that had not been lost to him even after a year of missions, of grief brought on by the pain and suffering caused by intervention with aim to change their own fates.
much else had changed about him.
he lead his brother toward the kitchens and there went to the cupboard, pulled out a box of tea from one and then went to another to acquire a teapot. it was rare that he relied on cultivation for the process of boiling the water but this time to rush it along he poured water into the kettle and heated it with a spell. then the rest was easy, all there was left was to wait. ] What is the last thing you remember, Wangji?
[ he asks, turning to his brother as they wait for the tea to brew. ]
[Wangji hummed in response, more comfortable now that the familiar presence of his brother was at his side. Not enough to relax, but enough to feel just a bit safer and less on edge.
He did not question Xichen's choice to quickly heat the tea. The place he led them - presumably the kitchen - was different enough in nature to what he knew that he felt the risk in attempting to find a place to light a fire was not enough to insist on heating the water properly. Wangji moved to stand opposite Xichen and wait with him. Once it was brewed, he would be happy to serve his brother - as the younger it was only right that he do so.]
Bedtime at an Inn. Between Mo Village and Dafan Mountain.
[Xichen had been here a year, it was likely he wanted to re-orientate himself to the events Wangji knew.]
Sizhui's first night hunt as lead disciple. Mo Village was more dangerous than expected. He comported himself well. He will lead the disciples on Dafan Mountain. barring no other surprises, he will be ready to lead them regularly, without supervision.
[He is so proud, his face has gone soft. Not quite to a smile, but as close to one as he ever gets when he's not enchanted by the rabbits and thinks no one is around to observe.]
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The sunlight room is the best we have while on the station. The illusion is believable but we get our time with nature in some the world we visit. [ but not all.
xichen tucked his arms behind his back, stood straighter still as he walked. that was something that had not been lost to him even after a year of missions, of grief brought on by the pain and suffering caused by intervention with aim to change their own fates.
much else had changed about him.
he lead his brother toward the kitchens and there went to the cupboard, pulled out a box of tea from one and then went to another to acquire a teapot. it was rare that he relied on cultivation for the process of boiling the water but this time to rush it along he poured water into the kettle and heated it with a spell. then the rest was easy, all there was left was to wait. ] What is the last thing you remember, Wangji?
[ he asks, turning to his brother as they wait for the tea to brew. ]
no subject
[Wangji hummed in response, more comfortable now that the familiar presence of his brother was at his side. Not enough to relax, but enough to feel just a bit safer and less on edge.
He did not question Xichen's choice to quickly heat the tea. The place he led them - presumably the kitchen - was different enough in nature to what he knew that he felt the risk in attempting to find a place to light a fire was not enough to insist on heating the water properly. Wangji moved to stand opposite Xichen and wait with him. Once it was brewed, he would be happy to serve his brother - as the younger it was only right that he do so.]
Bedtime at an Inn. Between Mo Village and Dafan Mountain.
[Xichen had been here a year, it was likely he wanted to re-orientate himself to the events Wangji knew.]
Sizhui's first night hunt as lead disciple. Mo Village was more dangerous than expected. He comported himself well. He will lead the disciples on Dafan Mountain. barring no other surprises, he will be ready to lead them regularly, without supervision.
[He is so proud, his face has gone soft. Not quite to a smile, but as close to one as he ever gets when he's not enchanted by the rabbits and thinks no one is around to observe.]