The music... changes. Not what Wei Wuxian plays, but the melody, once the box is wound up, is ... strange.
Depressingly, Anurr was right to worry.
Wei Wuxian keeps playing as the water drains low enough one of the doors creaks open again on swollen hinges. He pauses his playing, canting his head to watch the places from which water had been tumbling. For now, they remain... without new flows of water, if not dry.
He glances to the music box, then the door, leaping off the platform to carefully perch on the sidelines.
"I think we need to get talking to people," he says. "Let's head out for now, ah, Wen Ning? And I'll fill you in on what the name Anurr means in the meantime. )
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Depressingly, Anurr was right to worry.
Wei Wuxian keeps playing as the water drains low enough one of the doors creaks open again on swollen hinges. He pauses his playing, canting his head to watch the places from which water had been tumbling. For now, they remain... without new flows of water, if not dry.
He glances to the music box, then the door, leaping off the platform to carefully perch on the sidelines.
"I think we need to get talking to people," he says. "Let's head out for now, ah, Wen Ning? And I'll fill you in on what the name Anurr means in the meantime. )