[ Wrathion ruminates on that, watching a small creature burrow against his side. The overpowering warmth he gives off seems pleasing to them, and he wonders if their kind are simply colder by nature or if they are cold from lack of life. ]
Yet things are not normally born dead, but still moving. I cannot sense any sign of necromancy on them, any deliberation reanimation.
[ So then, what? What is happening? He lowers his head, resting it against the ground so he can watch the children more closely. ]
If we can understand it better, something can be done.
[ He doesn't dispute, after all, whatever it is Lan Wangji senses. What he wants is to undo it. ]
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[ Wrathion ruminates on that, watching a small creature burrow against his side. The overpowering warmth he gives off seems pleasing to them, and he wonders if their kind are simply colder by nature or if they are cold from lack of life. ]
Yet things are not normally born dead, but still moving. I cannot sense any sign of necromancy on them, any deliberation reanimation.
[ So then, what? What is happening? He lowers his head, resting it against the ground so he can watch the children more closely. ]
If we can understand it better, something can be done.
[ He doesn't dispute, after all, whatever it is Lan Wangji senses. What he wants is to undo it. ]