The first night at the farm... well. Su Xunxian was a little too busy to pay attention to any whispers. There are rats who are trying to attack the newcomers, and he will have none of that.
His hands give out a soft glow and he basically talks all night, in a way that doesn't seem like he is talking to anyone else.
But he thinks most of the rats do end up behaving. He will... complete his part of the arrangement later, when he gathers up willpower to walk back to the city and buy them food.
Could the group gathered here kill all or almost all of the rats if they put his mind to it? Probably. Does he want that to happen? Not particularly. So he'll do his best to give a less... violent set of rodents. How long that will last, he has no control over.
II. Morning after.
Necessary as he found the effort, Xunxian was using his power for hours on end, and it takes its toll. The morning finds him curled up in a rickety chair by the fire, fingers stroking over the frame of his fan. It's too cold to even consider opening it up, despite the comfort it would bring.
If anyone has questions... and so on.
III. Training.
The training that he and Moran discussed is, admittedly, much more easily executed here than at the House of Dew. Xunxian is diligent about it, too, though it is clear that while his body is decent enough shape, a sword is not familiar to his arms, and his motions with it are awkward.
He does not cut himself, of course.
But he does occasionally hiss and wince, since specific motions can't really be learned overnight. He'll just persevere.
IV. Wildcard
ooc: Or poke at him at other times. He probably does go back to the city rather regularly, putting in hours at the House of Dew; he also spends time writing, and even making food. It's decent.
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The first night at the farm... well. Su Xunxian was a little too busy to pay attention to any whispers. There are rats who are trying to attack the newcomers, and he will have none of that.
His hands give out a soft glow and he basically talks all night, in a way that doesn't seem like he is talking to anyone else.
But he thinks most of the rats do end up behaving. He will... complete his part of the arrangement later, when he gathers up willpower to walk back to the city and buy them food.
Could the group gathered here kill all or almost all of the rats if they put his mind to it? Probably. Does he want that to happen? Not particularly. So he'll do his best to give a less... violent set of rodents. How long that will last, he has no control over.
II. Morning after.
Necessary as he found the effort, Xunxian was using his power for hours on end, and it takes its toll. The morning finds him curled up in a rickety chair by the fire, fingers stroking over the frame of his fan. It's too cold to even consider opening it up, despite the comfort it would bring.
If anyone has questions... and so on.
III. Training.
The training that he and Moran discussed is, admittedly, much more easily executed here than at the House of Dew. Xunxian is diligent about it, too, though it is clear that while his body is decent enough shape, a sword is not familiar to his arms, and his motions with it are awkward.
He does not cut himself, of course.
But he does occasionally hiss and wince, since specific motions can't really be learned overnight. He'll just persevere.
IV. Wildcard
ooc: Or poke at him at other times. He probably does go back to the city rather regularly, putting in hours at the House of Dew; he also spends time writing, and even making food. It's decent.