[ Talking with Wei Wuxian is like walking through a maze. When Xichen thinks he is responding to something of significance, he is politely shunted in a new direction and it doesn't escape his notice; no talk of Jiang Wanyin, then. Noted. It is none of his business, in any case, what goes on between the Jiang family members.
He sips his drink with a placid smile similarly in place like the surface of a lake, mirroring the nature of their conversation. ]
Mm? Our first two? No, those were fat white hares, very well fed, Lan Zhan found them homes with a family before we left the country of snow. There were chickens at some point — I have no idea why he's been so fond of chickens, but he's tried collecting them at least twice, and we've rehomed them twice after, too. You don't collect chickens when you've been drunk, do you?
( There's a very specific pattern, and it hasn't happened since he's knowingly married Lan Zhan, so this is a genuine question about his husband having a fat chicken gathering Concern that comes out when he's drunk. But only when he's drunk. )
Jiang Cheng kept... stewardship of a dog for a period of time, I'm not sure which creatures travel with us at present beyond the rabbits. These two came with us from a haunted inn with its own hot spring, Lan Zhan felt renewed upon their acquaintance. Which means they've now been through a desert caravan, a falling keep, a train adventure, has he told you about the train through the land of dreams and nightmares? Fascinating how that all went, and now they're here, traveling time with us in bloodied waters under equally bloodied moons. Which I'll note isn't usual, there's what, one moon most the time, I think. More like home.
I do not get drunk often enough to make a habit of collecting chickens, no.
[ Although he is impressed by how weird that habit of his brother's is. Less so that Wangji might have been drinking here, he did not enjoy the stint Wangji spent years ago drinking miserably in the jingshi with a hot branding iron.
He shakes his head a little, curious. ]
I've heard nothing of a land of dreams and nightmares, though this realm would seem to qualify too.
( He's sitting here, wondering where that tendency came from... Lan Zhan's unique desire to collect chunky chickens? Strange.
Strange in entirely different ways are the dreams and nightmares. Wei Wuxian chuckles, shaking his head. )
Every realm has its nightmares, some are more obvious than others. Traveling through where storms created nightmares and dreams could be brought to a life of their own, that was a fascinating and frustrating experience. We attended the same wedding three times before reality grew less malleable and the brides could eventually be worked out. They had this terrible, frothy wine soup, I can't tell you how bad that was... why would you do that to wine, I wondered! No one had an answer.
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He sips his drink with a placid smile similarly in place like the surface of a lake, mirroring the nature of their conversation. ]
Are they the same rabbits from two years ago?
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( There's a very specific pattern, and it hasn't happened since he's knowingly married Lan Zhan, so this is a genuine question about his husband having a fat chicken gathering Concern that comes out when he's drunk. But only when he's drunk. )
Jiang Cheng kept... stewardship of a dog for a period of time, I'm not sure which creatures travel with us at present beyond the rabbits. These two came with us from a haunted inn with its own hot spring, Lan Zhan felt renewed upon their acquaintance. Which means they've now been through a desert caravan, a falling keep, a train adventure, has he told you about the train through the land of dreams and nightmares? Fascinating how that all went, and now they're here, traveling time with us in bloodied waters under equally bloodied moons. Which I'll note isn't usual, there's what, one moon most the time, I think. More like home.
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[ Although he is impressed by how weird that habit of his brother's is. Less so that Wangji might have been drinking here, he did not enjoy the stint Wangji spent years ago drinking miserably in the jingshi
with a hot branding iron.He shakes his head a little, curious. ]
I've heard nothing of a land of dreams and nightmares, though this realm would seem to qualify too.
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( He's sitting here, wondering where that tendency came from... Lan Zhan's unique desire to collect chunky chickens? Strange.
Strange in entirely different ways are the dreams and nightmares. Wei Wuxian chuckles, shaking his head. )
Every realm has its nightmares, some are more obvious than others. Traveling through where storms created nightmares and dreams could be brought to a life of their own, that was a fascinating and frustrating experience. We attended the same wedding three times before reality grew less malleable and the brides could eventually be worked out. They had this terrible, frothy wine soup, I can't tell you how bad that was... why would you do that to wine, I wondered! No one had an answer.