The army is pleased. Half the arm is suspicious. The other half is... slowly, surely, with an unhealthy deficit of suspicion, purring.
Lan Wangji has never herded cats before but finds himself impossibly aggrieved by their failings of decorum. In a room of cracked, decrepit floors chipped of lacquer and walls absent fresh coats of paint, mould eating at corners no warmth would have grazed in winters, Wangji did not expect the felines to be the foremost embarrassment.
One cat takes this time to roll, delightful and carefree, belly facing the heavens while she bats at the nearest warmer, gleefully.
Lan Wangji's soul nearly deserts his body. )
They haunt the household. ( Light stepped, bright eyes. Wit uncanny. Of course they would. ) The mistress complains.
( Often, in a voice that naturally climbs a pentatonic scale of shrillness. He is told this is a mark of native aristocracy. )
no subject
( The army is seen.
The army is pleased. Half the arm is suspicious. The other half is... slowly, surely, with an unhealthy deficit of suspicion, purring.
Lan Wangji has never herded cats before but finds himself impossibly aggrieved by their failings of decorum. In a room of cracked, decrepit floors chipped of lacquer and walls absent fresh coats of paint, mould eating at corners no warmth would have grazed in winters, Wangji did not expect the felines to be the foremost embarrassment.
One cat takes this time to roll, delightful and carefree, belly facing the heavens while she bats at the nearest warmer, gleefully.
Lan Wangji's soul nearly deserts his body. )
They haunt the household. ( Light stepped, bright eyes. Wit uncanny. Of course they would. ) The mistress complains.
( Often, in a voice that naturally climbs a pentatonic scale of shrillness. He is told this is a mark of native aristocracy. )
You have prepared solace for the wolf hunters?