[ Leader among cultivators, honoured brother of a priceless sect. He stands more than one cultivator, embodies a force. Reaches to pass each tool as Xie Lian requires it, each replenishment of absent materials.
And still, finally, curiosity nipping like an idle cat at his heels: ]
What betrays me?
[ The whites of his mourning, the steel of his stance, the careful, Lan calculation of each word spared like knife's cut in massacre — perhaps, but they are not such affixed particulars here, do not isolate to identify. He could be of the Jin or the Wen, he could be of the world.
...no. More. Bichen, weight of a soulmate concealed in studied, forged shape. His crown, once, though this man never glimpsed the cold glistening of its silver. Talk of talismans, perhaps, though native sorcery is not so indifferent to parchment and deployment. ]
no subject
And still, finally, curiosity nipping like an idle cat at his heels: ]
What betrays me?
[ The whites of his mourning, the steel of his stance, the careful, Lan calculation of each word spared like knife's cut in massacre — perhaps, but they are not such affixed particulars here, do not isolate to identify. He could be of the Jin or the Wen, he could be of the world.
...no. More. Bichen, weight of a soulmate concealed in studied, forged shape. His crown, once, though this man never glimpsed the cold glistening of its silver. Talk of talismans, perhaps, though native sorcery is not so indifferent to parchment and deployment. ]