[ Branches high above, beneath their feet, splintered and crackling. No shortage of resource, and there is no art to the craft of serviceable arrows, for all those of war befit finer lacquers, dips in lamp oil. To carry to speed in wind, their meager attempts may well prove sufficient.
The trouble lies less in want of materials or hands, but in that of sharpened things, and it's slow when Lan Wangji peels away the thin-silvered moon beam of Bichen's length, when he shows her presence to his companion — if not demonstrative, then eerie, blinking like the lazy eye of a sullen cat, strange. ]
One sword between us. [ But, testing the truth of it, as if he expects the trickled revelation of a hard-sharpened blade. ] Correct?
[ Discourteous to ask a stranger to present his arms, but if they are to be companions in this, sworn brothers of a night's tribulations, while it hisses and howls and tickles cold their napes, then they cannot spare lie, subterfuge or treason. ]
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The trouble lies less in want of materials or hands, but in that of sharpened things, and it's slow when Lan Wangji peels away the thin-silvered moon beam of Bichen's length, when he shows her presence to his companion — if not demonstrative, then eerie, blinking like the lazy eye of a sullen cat, strange. ]
One sword between us. [ But, testing the truth of it, as if he expects the trickled revelation of a hard-sharpened blade. ] Correct?
[ Discourteous to ask a stranger to present his arms, but if they are to be companions in this, sworn brothers of a night's tribulations, while it hisses and howls and tickles cold their napes, then they cannot spare lie, subterfuge or treason. ]