[ It is as if wielding a dagger yet uncertain of its purpose, steering a child more chaos than manners. A difficult approximation of the gestures suitable and the errors forgiven.
He leads their travel down the corridors, between blinks of dying candle, and does not ask if (where Chu Wanning intends to break into his own path. They move like shadows, crumbled silhouettes — mementos of exiled dark. Instinct prevails among the servants: they are offered a wide berth, the lowest of nodded inclinations, trickles of signals that they can have this, the discretion and silence owed to the condemned. That, if they must waste breath map-making a palace, at least they do not suffer human interference. ]
Bear me.
[ Laughter nearly stains this. He abstains, at the last moment, recalling the irony of his presence — the honoured Hanguang-Jun, so often denied the scant pleasure of his own peace — being uncouthly banished.
In the end, he takes them past the corridors, the kitchens, the great entrances — through into the gardens, where air crisp may bite their lungs, where he feels the stretch of a swollen moon's whites upon him.
Breathe. Breathe. ]
Master, we stand united in plight. Let us find alliance.
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He leads their travel down the corridors, between blinks of dying candle, and does not ask if (where Chu Wanning intends to break into his own path. They move like shadows, crumbled silhouettes — mementos of exiled dark. Instinct prevails among the servants: they are offered a wide berth, the lowest of nodded inclinations, trickles of signals that they can have this, the discretion and silence owed to the condemned. That, if they must waste breath map-making a palace, at least they do not suffer human interference. ]
Bear me.
[ Laughter nearly stains this. He abstains, at the last moment, recalling the irony of his presence — the honoured Hanguang-Jun, so often denied the scant pleasure of his own peace — being uncouthly banished.
In the end, he takes them past the corridors, the kitchens, the great entrances — through into the gardens, where air crisp may bite their lungs, where he feels the stretch of a swollen moon's whites upon him.
Breathe. Breathe. ]
Master, we stand united in plight. Let us find alliance.