( He is... past the depths of his natural element, submerged in the iminent confusion that greets an exorcist learned of fist, fight and sword, when he is entrenched in beds of snow and... legions of bushes.
Gaunt wilderness, recoiled into itself. The forests are untamed, but far too burdened by frost to bear fruit. What little they encounter here is more the product of happenstance or centuries-long resilience — wreaths of wretched, shrivelled plants that Lan Wangji consults on the tip of his grazing blade, morning's greyed light shaping the swell of their beads. Nicely fattened, showing promise. A fine red.
...now, to ascertain if there is poison. Wen Qing might know, on sight alone. Others of their medical ranks. But Lan Wangji, more petrified by the possibility of plaguing their party with indigestion than the risk to their person in Rathakku's woods, can only turn to Xie Yun, holding the berries out between thumb and forefinger as if he showcases the finest filigree of a first-rate guan: )
Are these palata — ?
( Only, he stills in his step, Bichen lingered to tickle the shapely tips of far-reaching branches. Eyes slant, gaze bitten, sharp. He listens. )
...Xie Yun. ( The stifled skidding of nearby steps, crackle of thin, husked branches. A foot too heavy to accuse wild animals, searching. They are not alone. )
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( He is... past the depths of his natural element, submerged in the iminent confusion that greets an exorcist learned of fist, fight and sword, when he is entrenched in beds of snow and... legions of bushes.
Gaunt wilderness, recoiled into itself. The forests are untamed, but far too burdened by frost to bear fruit. What little they encounter here is more the product of happenstance or centuries-long resilience — wreaths of wretched, shrivelled plants that Lan Wangji consults on the tip of his grazing blade, morning's greyed light shaping the swell of their beads. Nicely fattened, showing promise. A fine red.
...now, to ascertain if there is poison. Wen Qing might know, on sight alone. Others of their medical ranks. But Lan Wangji, more petrified by the possibility of plaguing their party with indigestion than the risk to their person in Rathakku's woods, can only turn to Xie Yun, holding the berries out between thumb and forefinger as if he showcases the finest filigree of a first-rate guan: )
Are these palata — ?
( Only, he stills in his step, Bichen lingered to tickle the shapely tips of far-reaching branches. Eyes slant, gaze bitten, sharp. He listens. )
...Xie Yun. ( The stifled skidding of nearby steps, crackle of thin, husked branches. A foot too heavy to accuse wild animals, searching. They are not alone. )