[ Beitang Moran's excuses. Apologies. And later, in the hour of combat —
But what use, by then, if they've come to sword and blow? Foreknown is forearmed, yet true wisdom and knowledge combine to diplomacy. And Zewu-Jun's art traded war for lightning's spark of a smile, at every turn.
What even lesser use to waken Beitang Moran to his futility? He is not of children's make, not pale and sheltered, not swaddled. He knows, by the deep-sown lines of his contrition, the truth of his... ability. Unreadable in today's sighting, prone to leaving him minutely vulnerable in an open street. If Lan Wangji reserves alms and fortune silver for beggars and strays so often, he may yet discover the last dregs of kindness for an ill-stitched companion. ]
Each man brings use before the heavens.
[ He inclines his head, lets men and women walk past them, the smell of morning's toasted nuts and pastries rise, beside the stench of spread fish. Vendors, discovering their wares.
Past the earliest, most primitive allures, the stalls of textile vendors, stretches of gold-spun linens, li of gauze and lace-dappled silks. The colours, tender here: whites for the season, greys for the early-come nights. There, a violence of reds and sincere verdelite. ]
Your errand. [ A pause, then: ] Perhaps, if we broker trade. [ If the seller has cause to lend them kindness. ] Ask of rumours.
[ Wei Ying, decisively, would be the better instrument for this undertaking — his sibling of another mother will have to do. ]
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But what use, by then, if they've come to sword and blow? Foreknown is forearmed, yet true wisdom and knowledge combine to diplomacy. And Zewu-Jun's art traded war for lightning's spark of a smile, at every turn.
What even lesser use to waken Beitang Moran to his futility? He is not of children's make, not pale and sheltered, not swaddled. He knows, by the deep-sown lines of his contrition, the truth of his... ability. Unreadable in today's sighting, prone to leaving him minutely vulnerable in an open street. If Lan Wangji reserves alms and fortune silver for beggars and strays so often, he may yet discover the last dregs of kindness for an ill-stitched companion. ]
Each man brings use before the heavens.
[ He inclines his head, lets men and women walk past them, the smell of morning's toasted nuts and pastries rise, beside the stench of spread fish. Vendors, discovering their wares.
Past the earliest, most primitive allures, the stalls of textile vendors, stretches of gold-spun linens, li of gauze and lace-dappled silks. The colours, tender here: whites for the season, greys for the early-come nights. There, a violence of reds and sincere verdelite. ]
Your errand. [ A pause, then: ] Perhaps, if we broker trade. [ If the seller has cause to lend them kindness. ] Ask of rumours.
[ Wei Ying, decisively, would be the better instrument for this undertaking — his sibling of another mother will have to do. ]