Perhaps, to others, before indifferent spectators. But Lan Wangj is a deft hand with war horses, learned in the way of taming animals to ease, himself to patience. The ebb and flow is this: she dismisses im. In pure fluidity, he draws back, Wei Ying's dark linens shrouding him like ghoulish smudges of cheap, ill-coalesced ink.
Around them, the road still sleeps, butterflies a staccato spread of furled ink points. He feels silence on his skin, like the start of the sun's warmth.
It happens, she says, but appears to carry no pouch of herbs, or the help of a friend or family to escort her, if she is so often given to sickness. It happens, but she walks to this world unarmed. ]
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Perhaps, to others, before indifferent spectators. But Lan Wangj is a deft hand with war horses, learned in the way of taming animals to ease, himself to patience. The ebb and flow is this: she dismisses im. In pure fluidity, he draws back, Wei Ying's dark linens shrouding him like ghoulish smudges of cheap, ill-coalesced ink.
Around them, the road still sleeps, butterflies a staccato spread of furled ink points. He feels silence on his skin, like the start of the sun's warmth.
It happens, she says, but appears to carry no pouch of herbs, or the help of a friend or family to escort her, if she is so often given to sickness. It happens, but she walks to this world unarmed. ]
You require medicines?