( It is... somehow, not implausible. Nor the most extravagant theory circulated before Lan Wangji's own soft-blinking, owlish and disbelieving eyes.
He hesitates, drinking in the possibility, before carefully pronouncing while drifting down the shoreline to toe the water's edge. Chilled, slushing, ice barely melted enough to sway. Even a man of Cloud Recesses might... hesitate to plunge.
They will have to, unfailingly. )
Do you intend to cut his feet off and send him in water? ( Conversationally, in the way one entertains all shapes, sizes and transparencies of Wrathion's madness. )
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( It is... somehow, not implausible. Nor the most extravagant theory circulated before Lan Wangji's own soft-blinking, owlish and disbelieving eyes.
He hesitates, drinking in the possibility, before carefully pronouncing while drifting down the shoreline to toe the water's edge. Chilled, slushing, ice barely melted enough to sway. Even a man of Cloud Recesses might... hesitate to plunge.
They will have to, unfailingly. )
Do you intend to cut his feet off and send him in water? ( Conversationally, in the way one entertains all shapes, sizes and transparencies of Wrathion's madness. )