"Sa-Hareth," he says, a smile and the summoning of an energy he doesn't have to be the easy figure he is, when allowed to simply be himself. Lethe huffs and flexes a wing, briefly overshadowing Emilia and part of Opal in the process of settling further down, tail curving round and coming to rest at their feet.
Wei Wuxian, patient, steps over it, anticipating the slight lift up as Lethe thumps back down, a gambit to see if he'll be tripped this time. Thus far, it's only worked the once. Lethe continues to try, simply getting more creative with time.
He pats his front, the padded jacket for flight a strangeness in being short to his estimates, but functional enough. From within come talismans on paper, and a handful of small stones, thralled and blossoming with heat with a brush of his finger and a whispered word.
Better to have a stone which would not run all its heat at once, ah? Better to have held on to such trinkets for the year and more that passed since Karsa had begrudgingly roused to assist; since he had bought and traded with the thrallers of Sa-Hareth, to prepare for their party, to keep his ragtag group safe and cared for in the ways he could.
He holds three stones out to her now.
"Karsa as you know her was tasked to helping with the thralling, and I went to find and procure some others from one of the more reputable thrallers in Sa-Hareth. Very cold there, not just from the weather. We woke up all in chains or chained in cells, the first of us." A jangling tinkling tap of three stones against each other, laid into her palm.
"Did you know, it was one of us who freed Anurr? There was a war there as surely as each place we've been since, but also wraiths we've not yet seen again, powerful, dead creatures watching over us until the Merchant's agents gave us chance to flee. Who, perchance, I believe also includes Anurr, which is a delightful absurdity on several levels. Only to call back on him, from one of ours, when Unhalad closed in, and I arrived from the citadel bearing the resentment of all its dead along with."
He settles, as if this is a cheery conversation, against Lethe's side. The settled wing adjusts, offering partial shelter and the cupped space for Emilia too, in Lethe's chosen boundless grace... to sandwich them between one draconic bulk and another.
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Wei Wuxian, patient, steps over it, anticipating the slight lift up as Lethe thumps back down, a gambit to see if he'll be tripped this time. Thus far, it's only worked the once. Lethe continues to try, simply getting more creative with time.
He pats his front, the padded jacket for flight a strangeness in being short to his estimates, but functional enough. From within come talismans on paper, and a handful of small stones, thralled and blossoming with heat with a brush of his finger and a whispered word.
Better to have a stone which would not run all its heat at once, ah? Better to have held on to such trinkets for the year and more that passed since Karsa had begrudgingly roused to assist; since he had bought and traded with the thrallers of Sa-Hareth, to prepare for their party, to keep his ragtag group safe and cared for in the ways he could.
He holds three stones out to her now.
"Karsa as you know her was tasked to helping with the thralling, and I went to find and procure some others from one of the more reputable thrallers in Sa-Hareth. Very cold there, not just from the weather. We woke up all in chains or chained in cells, the first of us." A jangling tinkling tap of three stones against each other, laid into her palm.
"Did you know, it was one of us who freed Anurr? There was a war there as surely as each place we've been since, but also wraiths we've not yet seen again, powerful, dead creatures watching over us until the Merchant's agents gave us chance to flee. Who, perchance, I believe also includes Anurr, which is a delightful absurdity on several levels. Only to call back on him, from one of ours, when Unhalad closed in, and I arrived from the citadel bearing the resentment of all its dead along with."
He settles, as if this is a cheery conversation, against Lethe's side. The settled wing adjusts, offering partial shelter and the cupped space for Emilia too, in Lethe's chosen boundless grace... to sandwich them between one draconic bulk and another.