Another tongue, another man, and the mouthed words would come to nothing - another language he couldn't speak in a realm he didn't know. But this, at least, they share in common - an understanding of a tongue even aside from the quartz's fantastical offerings.
This is no haunting.
He replies with only a grim look, the slightest hint of a nod, then a blade drawn across the back of his hand. The sword bites, drinks the blood, and the blade starts glowing like heated coals as it drinks. It doesn't need to drink long.
A clatter of rooftile hitting frozen ground in the courtyard marks their would be predator, and Lee Chang's head turns to the sound like a hound to the hunt. He flashes a look back at Wangji - a verification, or an invitation - and then without another word heads down the hall as swiftly and silently as possible. Outside, the creature makes a bone crunching noise from its throat, and Lee Chang pauses at the door for only enough time as to make sure Wangji is following. Then he's out the door and into the biting cold, barely held off by the warming wards that suffuse the garden's grounds.
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This is no haunting.
He replies with only a grim look, the slightest hint of a nod, then a blade drawn across the back of his hand. The sword bites, drinks the blood, and the blade starts glowing like heated coals as it drinks. It doesn't need to drink long.
A clatter of rooftile hitting frozen ground in the courtyard marks their would be predator, and Lee Chang's head turns to the sound like a hound to the hunt. He flashes a look back at Wangji - a verification, or an invitation - and then without another word heads down the hall as swiftly and silently as possible. Outside, the creature makes a bone crunching noise from its throat, and Lee Chang pauses at the door for only enough time as to make sure Wangji is following. Then he's out the door and into the biting cold, barely held off by the warming wards that suffuse the garden's grounds.