[ A strange perversion of etiquette, to mime the semblance of a bow — back shrieking the hurts of his arm, the bone deranged in ways he had not suspected — so far above ground. Ill-fettered, his fingers barely brush at the tip, let alone bind, and he grits his teeth against strain, sustaining the gesture.
Until, spine relieved, he abandons the greeting to recover standing poise. ]
Wangji, clan Lan.
[ Let their encounter take place in as fortunate of an hour as a pack of maddened, blood-thirsting wolf-hounds that trek at the feet of their trees allows. Perhaps some horoscope readers might agree some constellations did not align auspiciously on this night. No matter. ]
Let us gather long branches.
[ And he searches the surroundings first, ripping with bare hands what the tree offers within line of sight, keeping the splintered wood long to preserve the better part of its use, when the arrow is thrown. Absent a true bow, the strength of their arms and the resilience of the arrow-spears is all that will advantage them. ]
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Until, spine relieved, he abandons the greeting to recover standing poise. ]
Wangji, clan Lan.
[ Let their encounter take place in as fortunate of an hour as a pack of maddened, blood-thirsting wolf-hounds that trek at the feet of their trees allows. Perhaps some horoscope readers might agree some constellations did not align auspiciously on this night. No matter. ]
Let us gather long branches.
[ And he searches the surroundings first, ripping with bare hands what the tree offers within line of sight, keeping the splintered wood long to preserve the better part of its use, when the arrow is thrown. Absent a true bow, the strength of their arms and the resilience of the arrow-spears is all that will advantage them. ]