( She holds her tongue. Looks away and into the darkened waters, briefly.
Exhales. Sometimes she half-expects flame and smoke to follow her breath, but it does not. And still. This ancient, rumbling power awoke inside of her in Taravast. Grows more ravenous the more it feeds. She holds it at bay, and worries for the day she is not able to. It serves well like a blast of cold water.
Discipline, then. And silence. Perhaps too much silence, until she thinks to speak again. )
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Exhales. Sometimes she half-expects flame and smoke to follow her breath, but it does not. And still. This ancient, rumbling power awoke inside of her in Taravast. Grows more ravenous the more it feeds. She holds it at bay, and worries for the day she is not able to. It serves well like a blast of cold water.
Discipline, then. And silence. Perhaps too much silence, until she thinks to speak again. )
I tire as well, Lan Wangji.
( Not often, but she does. )