sa-hareth | arrival (mingle log)

[groundrules]

WHO: Everyone ever + the local Sa-hareth squad.
WHEN: Arc I: Sa-Hareth arrival.
WHERE: Sa-Hareth citadel, salt mine, the old jailhouse,
WHAT: Our intrepid heroes get commandeered into the frosty unknown.
WARNINGS: the glorious undead, background House of Dew mentions, at least one person's terrible sense of humour.

Comments

[downswing]

[ ...ah. Thinking of master Wei so frequently, bidding master Wei's gifts bought. Then, even Wei Ying's mirror-image bends the knee to swear him a fealty of affections. Mere days in, a wistful suitor. The disciples who already trail in his wake will pale and wither to hear of a challenger of sterner, gentlemanly make.

His hand does not wilt on the ribbon. Does not withdraw, for all instincts of bitterness beg him to bruise the string and spit, Take it, then. The wretched snake of jealousy for the one friend he's earned in two lifetimes rattles, coils, aches to strike.

The girl speaks before he may appease it. Don't mind her saying, but the gentlemen don't look as coarse as the men of these lands. Best they stay in, and don't call the wind in their homes. Lock their windows and their doors, stay in their beds. Why, wrap warmly in this sheepskin she hastens to produce for them, stretched large and long and curled like babe's locks, big enough to engulf the size of her.

With a whispered voice and the shake of his head, Wangji counters: ]

We take the string.

[ Clatter of coin in his purse, swiftly relieved. Two pieces, barely finding each other's company in the yawning dark of his satchel. Do not ask, he warns Beitang Moran with dark eyes and gaze alone. The girl, gratified, rushes to take his gold and knot the string, to surrender it over after. ]

Shall we consult fishermen for our lunch meal, master Beitang?

[ Beitang Moran's turn to pay, to be certain, if they're to reap the gossip of fishmongers. ]

[beitangmoran]

[Master Wei is a very lovable fellow whose company Moran greatly enjoys, and it only has very little to do with the fact that their faces are remarkably similar.

And Moran, while rarely inclined to notice when people hold affection for his own person, has not been insensitive to those who gravitate towards his unlikely twin. He knows this young master in white and gravitates towards him very naturally.

Moran compliments the sheep skin, and looks very sorry that he cannot purchase it at this time, but does mention he will give a word of it to the mistress of the house as she might be interested. And asks for the girl's name, so he may pass the offer along properly.

He bids adieu gracefully, carrying the wrapped bundle of fabric he did pick-up for his actual errand.]

Why not? Since we are already here, we might as well.

[And food, unlike cloth, is an expense more easily justified.If not used just then, it can be gifted to the brothel's kitchen to share with everyone and earn a bit more goodwill.]