( The glance of concern between Lan Zhan and the chicken is near immediate. )
Do they do that?
( He asks, but what is roosting anyway? Isn't that just sleeping? As many chickens as have come into their temporary ownership over the years, largely due to Lan Zhan's stubborn drunken single-mindedness, he can't remember any roosting, only feathers and cages and pecking after who knew what on the ground. This cave room, this cell, is bereft of any such mysterious ground targets, which is... worth noting, he comes to realise, last of his talisman wards placed. )
I'm not inclined to speak with them on anything other than pleasantries until we see that cave in daylight.
( He comes round, pulling from his rucksack inkstone, stick, and brush, blank slips tucked under an arm. When he settles near his husband, he's already in process of grinding the ink he needs, using water from a water pouch next to their things.
Work to be done, in his mind, when his husband is about to sleep. )
What did the one leader say, that they're up early? The unaffected at least. See what you hear first thing in the morning?
( Says the man wishing to approach mid morning rather than dawn, partly for his nature, partly because he wants to see if the danger feels any less present when they divide. Temporarily.
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( The glance of concern between Lan Zhan and the chicken is near immediate. )
Do they do that?
( He asks, but what is roosting anyway? Isn't that just sleeping? As many chickens as have come into their temporary ownership over the years, largely due to Lan Zhan's stubborn drunken single-mindedness, he can't remember any roosting, only feathers and cages and pecking after who knew what on the ground. This cave room, this cell, is bereft of any such mysterious ground targets, which is... worth noting, he comes to realise, last of his talisman wards placed. )
I'm not inclined to speak with them on anything other than pleasantries until we see that cave in daylight.
( He comes round, pulling from his rucksack inkstone, stick, and brush, blank slips tucked under an arm. When he settles near his husband, he's already in process of grinding the ink he needs, using water from a water pouch next to their things.
Work to be done, in his mind, when his husband is about to sleep. )
What did the one leader say, that they're up early? The unaffected at least. See what you hear first thing in the morning?
( Says the man wishing to approach mid morning rather than dawn, partly for his nature, partly because he wants to see if the danger feels any less present when they divide. Temporarily.
Far beneath, the mountain moans. )