( ...proud, strong. In Ke-Waihu and its temple house, where their sins were laid out like the pelts of ancient beasts, he supposes, they each knew the name of their folly. Pride. Five, also.
And Lan Wangji — ...starts to rise, pearls in hands, turning them between his fingers to catch the various, ungenerous beams of lingered sky's light and search them for stray coils of colour. This one pinked, the other blue. The third... deep in what might be greys, or perhaps a sliver of buried copper. But then, Wrathion begs his question. )
Sizhui is... ( Accomplished, earnest, honest, true, courageous, a scholar. Too quick to grow past the pillar of Wangji's knee, then seek out his own fortune. Possessed of precious, tender depths of dimples, when his smile yet deepens. Above all: ) The kindest of us all.
( Perhaps spoken unwisely. He has not crossed each path, taken the temperature of the group's every feverish temper. Yet, he suspects, of all the hands roaring for blood, Sizhui's would curl into fists first and strike his own bones before searching another's. )
Thin strings would suffice. ( But then, understanding dawns: ) But I defer to the jeweller's craft.
( Creativity should not be choked in an artist, only gently patronised. )
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And Lan Wangji — ...starts to rise, pearls in hands, turning them between his fingers to catch the various, ungenerous beams of lingered sky's light and search them for stray coils of colour. This one pinked, the other blue. The third... deep in what might be greys, or perhaps a sliver of buried copper. But then, Wrathion begs his question. )
Sizhui is... ( Accomplished, earnest, honest, true, courageous, a scholar. Too quick to grow past the pillar of Wangji's knee, then seek out his own fortune. Possessed of precious, tender depths of dimples, when his smile yet deepens. Above all: ) The kindest of us all.
( Perhaps spoken unwisely. He has not crossed each path, taken the temperature of the group's every feverish temper. Yet, he suspects, of all the hands roaring for blood, Sizhui's would curl into fists first and strike his own bones before searching another's. )
Thin strings would suffice. ( But then, understanding dawns: ) But I defer to the jeweller's craft.
( Creativity should not be choked in an artist, only gently patronised. )