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*ugly cries* It’s how I’ve always pictured it when I discovered this place. With you in it.
I’ll make your story so very wholesome. Thank you for coming home at last.
Now let’s cook bamboo soup with Xiao~ (2nd pic was when I did his 1st Story Quest)
To Be Seen
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To see once is preferable compared to hearing a hundred times – I wonder. Will you accept my truth as you see it?
“So. A consultant,” Stella stated mildly after a period of silence, a gentle breeze brushing back her hair, and rolling clouds made her glance at the horizon. She felt the chill of the stone beneath her contrast with the warmth of her hand – her fingers smoothed over the intricate carvings at its edges.
“That is correct,” came the calm reply, a careful distance away from her left.
Stella hummed. “Is this your true form then?” She specified, minutely looked over at the seated man before looking away.
“I adapt to many forms,” he clarified, voice vibrating in a soothing timbre. “But I am not born from a mortal life.”
Stella saw in her periphery the gentleman angling his shoulders to face her, and narrow eyes observing her form. She closed her eyes, trying to keep still and polite, but the urge to slap him to make him look away crossed her mind several times. Why won't he stop? It's one thing to enter a staring contest with a little snake creature – which in some ways resemble an exotic, cuddly pet – but its another thing to hold gazes with this structure. This... man.
She's still undecided on how to settle her feelings about it.
“I see,” she replied, eyes turning to follow the reflection of the moon on the moving water. “And, you work with a funeral parlor? Isn't that an ironic occupation for a not-mortal?”
“Perhaps. I see it as fitting – for the times,” he hummed in low gravitas, expression turning distant. “In Liyue, there is a saying, 'the best time to plant a tree, was twenty years ago. The second best time, is today. I wish to honor they whom made this land prosperous – no matter how great or small the contribution.”
Stella glanced at the hand near her on the bench, the gleam of the amber stone shone dully in the night. 'This' land? Does he mean the harbor? Or...Liyue in general?
But that means –
“You're not just a little guardian in Qingce Village, are you? Why would you be here, if you were its sole protector? Why did we have to say good bye then, at the edge of the harbor? And you, in this form? A job? For a... spirit? Entity? I just – I don't – this world is so – ” Stella cut-off her words with a muffled sigh, head bowed into her hands. She belatedly realized what she almost blurted out.
If this keeps up, I'll be exposed as even more of a foreigner.
But... this is Mr. Guardian. Will it be bad to tell him?
There was a beat of surprise before he answered, sounding oddly apologetic. “I should have placed more consideration on your insight. It was not my intent to distress you, but I shall not justify my shortcomings. Know that I am still he who found you at the rockface,” he reassured gently, his presence growing closer at her bent form.
Found me... Yes. I suppose he did.
Like a stray, aren't I?
Stella remained quiet, lowering her hands to trace her life lines as she thought.
Wasn't that her intention awhile ago? To find a stray to be her companion? When the nights grow cold and Mei tucked safely in bed. When memories come to haunt her in the dark – of things she could not control – of things she wished she could control – while choking on her screams to prevent disturbing anyo –
“What is this?” A warm presence was suddenly before her, fingers brushing against her cheek. The man pulled away to show them stained in shining red.
“Oh,” she noted dully, mechanically drawing a cloth from a pocket to wipe quickly at her face. She then gingerly took the man's hand and dabbed at them next. “I'm sorry for dirtying them. I'll have them replaced. It's not good to use only one pair in a matched set.”
He stared, brows low, before slowly shaking his head – Stella idly noted the lighter hues of brown at the tips of his hair – his composed expression turning serious. She could feel the burn of his gaze trying to check around her face while she stubbornly tried to avoid meeting them. “That does not matter. Where is your injury?”
“I have no injury,” Stella uttered reflexively, accustomed to such inquiries.
This is so awkward. Why did he have to kneel down? Why does he have to be pushy even in this form?
At the feel of burning in her eyes again, Stella twisted her upper body, and dabbed at the inner corner of her eyes as discreetly as she could. Unfortunately, he picked up on the implication right away. “Why does your lifeblood flow so?” he whispered, sounding unusually disconcerted. His fingers rested on the edge of the bench next to her hip – a thin streak of red left on it.
Even after three days, she knew him enough to know he never not knows anything – if his long tales of the giant vase at the lounge, the history of tea, or the gossip about his expertise was any indication. Even Ferrylady defers to him when he speaks with a sureness of someone with a quick understanding of any matter put before him – even a topic as mundane as the hair used in a writing brush.
Surely such an all-knowing person – being – is unsettled with the unknown – despite being shrouded in mystery himself – and not because she crying... like this.
But she couldn't refute, or comfort him. Not right now. Not when she couldn't speak properly – her feelings, a jumbled mess. This was the most out of control she's felt after dropping to this world –
Stella gritted her teeth, waiting for her running emotions to pass – willing them all to sink back into the deep.
She was inattentive of the figure quietly watching the transparent changes to her face, a concern slant to his brow.
When thunder rumbled, and darker clouds moved to cover the moon, she uttered her words in an even tone – a clarity and nonchalance she wished she had at the beginning of this conversation.
“Because I have no tears left to shed.”
Eerie silence followed her statement, the most uncomfortable she felt with the unnatural gentleman yet. Determined to salvage what's left of her dignity, Stella stood and dusted her skirt excessively. She moved to swerve around the bench to leave.
Even at the risk of being seen as rude, it's for the best she leave. She should get back to Mei's anyway and take shelter from the rain.
As she sped pass the stone bench, she heard long strides catching up to her easily. She slowed at the soft plea in his tone when he next spoke.
“Let me accompany you to your residence. Take it as an exchange for holding you back from doing so at an earlier hour.”
Pursing her lips – mostly out of guilt – Stella turned back to face him, with arms crossed.
Exchange? Figures. He would think that way. Liyue, the Land of Contracts indeed.
I just thought that was only for business...
“No, you did no wrong. It's alright. I can walk myself just fine. I would not obligate you to do this. You really don't have – w-what?” she sputtered, surprised at his nearing figure, before a large parasol shielded her from a sudden downpour. At the faint glow in the dark, she instinctly looked up, catching sight of his composed, amber eyes – like a moth to a lantern's light.
Their proximity in the umbrella was left unnoticed.
“Where on Liyue did this come from?” Stella asked, bewildered, gesturing to the canopy of their shelter. She didn't remember him carrying anything when they went out. He wouldn't have gotten a parasol from inside the parlor in such a short amount of time –
...can he?
She furrowed her brows when the corner of his eyes slowly wrinkled in amusement, despite the continued stoicism of his face. He adjusted his grip on the handle, which directed her gaze at the glowing cracks on the shaft, with angular shapes carved into its surface.
That...doesn't look like wood.
“Have you need of one yourself? I know of a reliable merchant down at the port who produces umbrellas from carefully sourced bamboo. They come in a variety of designs to choose from, depending on the occasion, or whim. I recommend a customization, and order at least four, to match each season of Liyue,” he suggested, a pleased smile growing on his face.
“I'll... keep that in mind,” she deadpanned, wondering if he has any idea how expensive customization is on anything.
Do spirits even understand the concept of money management?
When she huffed and started walking, heedless of the rain, he strode effortlessly to match her step, his elbow brushing her arm occasionally.
Curse his long legs. Why did he have to adapt to a form this tall?
She felt tiny compared to him – the top of her head barely reached his shoulder. In her irritation, she ignored the subtle movement of his arm – an offering to take it for her to rest on – and focused on her destination, not wanting to catch a cold.
“For the grandmother's memorial plaque, what design did you have in mind for it?” he asked out of the blue.
Startled, Stella answered without thought, “A Qingxin flower. Maybe three or five, grouped together.”
“Mm. None of the blooms at Yujing Terrace caught your eye?”
Having a new focus, her emotions calmed – the delicate thrum of water on stone centering her attention. She hummed in disagreement after a thought. “That would be typical, wouldn't it? The source of Liyue's famous silk, the go-to perfumes for women everywhere. The Lilies are nice too, when they don't shy away. But they don't seem... enough? They don't hold much meaning to me. To me personally.”
As Stella went deeper into her thoughts, she unconsciously walked closer to her companion, as if entrusting him to guide her path. The thought made his eyes soften, but otherwise, he stared straight ahead. She continued.
“But, more than a week ago, I saw in a book at Wanwen Bookhouse what the Qingxin flower looked like. A translucent white, found high up in the mountains, and blossoming in groups of four at a time. It's looks the most similar to – ah, from a place I... know? where I grew up. Yeah, that's it.”
“A flower from home?” he suggested graciously, the low tones enveloping her within the intimate space. Stella blinked, surprised at how stiff her shoulders were as she dragged them down, before looking up at gold orbs that glanced at encouragement.
Stella wonders why it puts her at ease.
“Yes. They're a very old species – or so I was taught. What it looks like today, is what it would have looked centuries ago. Like how Glaze Lilies are? How their form seems unchanged? So, the flowers I grew up seeing have different colors, and each have different meaning. The white one is said to be a perfect symbol for loyalty and strength and womanly beau – ”
When Stella became a little more animated, gesturing for emphasis, the gentleman leaned in, lowering his elbow enough for a stray hand to fall right into. She went on without skipping a beat, absentmindedly moving closer to the new source of warmth as a cold breeze sweeped through their coats.
“ – Mei's grandmother was very kind to take me in. And before I arrived, she single-handedly raised Mei when her parents passed. The Qingxin reminds me of how steadfast she was. How dedicated.”
She stopped walking, a stray thought crossing her mind. The gentleman turned to face her in a slow pivot – careful to not let her fingers fall as he waited.
“Mei reminds me of someone I knew. There were many things I regret. Mei – she's my second chance. I want to do better for her. But there are just some days I wish I could do more,” Stella sighed, absently rubbing at her eyes before she strode forward again, pulling slightly at his arm to direct their way.
-{-}-
Morax stared with deep sympathy, understanding perfectly how heavy the weight of responsibility feels.
But. A wish...
“What do you desire for Young Meilin?” he probed – a proposal on the tip of his tongue, his eyes shone in a split second.
I may be off-duty but... for only this time...
She hummed and thought, before shrugging her shoulders. “Just for her to be happy. That's all,” the lady said simply, eyes shutting for a moment. “I want her to keep smiling. Its the only thing I wanted for myself growing up. She deserved the childhood I never had...” Her words trailed as her head pitched forward, shaking it briefly when her neck ached.
Morax could only watch for cues on where to go, following her lead as he contemplated. The rain poured harder in their wake.
To keep smiling... For myself...
To be happy...
What I deserve...
I am... content, of Liyue's prosperity. Of how far it grew since it's infancy.
It's what I've endeavored for many years. For the common folk to cease suffering from an age where gods and monsters rein in their conflict. Of war and infestations dominated the earth.
But...
Am I happy?
As they approached a quaint building of old wood and stone, Morax observed the nondescript door before him, taking note of the faint glow from the window next to it before it swiftly went out. He hummed, pleasantly diverted from his thoughts.
Seems like the little one has been vigilant in her wait.
He was about to announce their arrival but stopped at the feel of a weight on his side. He looked down and saw the charming sight of the lady dozing on his arm, hair falling artfully to frame her face.
It took him but a moment to etch this scene to his memory, but he selfishly waited for a few minutes before waking her with a light touch to her cheek. She woke in an instant.
“Well, this is me,” the lady declared, quickly pulling away when she realized their proximity. She glared at her hand as if it betrayed her.
“May I sleep with you tonight?” he asked, resting his parasol under the overhang of the apartment to let it dry.
The lady turned wide eyes at him, mouth opened in disbelief. She then scanned their surroundings, like weasel thief being hunted. Morax blinked at her unusual behavior.
At the sight of his confused face, she asked, “Do you not realize what you just said? Out loud?” Vexation colored her tone, brows furrowed low.
To sleep is to rest, is it not?
Let's see, 'sleeping' in this century mean –
Oh.
“Pardon my poor choice of words,” he chuckled quietly, a fist reaching up to cover his mouth. “But, you have not disagreed when I asked if you have not been resting well after we parted ways, yes?”
“Well, I suppose – ”
“Then if my presence has helped you sleep soundly, then I would like to aid you again.”
The lady stared at him for a long moment before frowning. “Please, don't speak of what you don't mean.”
“I beg your pardon?” Morax tilted his head, noting how defensive her posture is again.
“I appreciate your intention, Mr. Guardian. I really do. But my struggles are not yours to bear.”
“Zhongli.”
“Excuse me?” she asked, a lost look to her expression.
“As precious as I find your appellation to be. In this form, I am called Zhongli.”
“...precious? I don't – Ugh. Fine. Zhongli.” He smiled.
“And just as you do not feel obligated to care for Young Meilin,” he continued, eyes narrowing in earnest. “I too do not feel so. With you.”
Before Morax could understand the stir of emotion that swell in her gaze, the lady consented, with only a little bit of reluctance. “Okay. Alright. You won't give up until I agreed anyway. But, answer me honestly please. It's the only thing still bothering me.”
“Yes?”
The lady took a deep breath, before gazing at him just as earnestly. “How do you benefit from you helping me?”
“Why must you think I want something in return?”
She scoffed, crossing her arms. “I am not naive. This place, this region – I am aware that people here are very fond of contracts. Of an equal exchange. Its expected.
So. What do you want? And don't answer my question with another question.”
The burn of a proposal was still at the tip of Morax' tongue. But right now –
“Nothing. Just knowing you are able to rest, is enough for me.”
– he resisted it strongly.
The lady widened her eyes before closing them, realizing the echo of her previous words.
Morax stood still, waiting for her to acknowledge his sincerity.
Eventually, her shoulders sagged in acceptance before she turned to unlock the door. She let him in first with a careless wave, offering to hang his coat as she went. When she walked over to the garment hanger after he conceded, his sharp senses heard a scamper of little feet approach.
“Lala? You're la – Oh. Who you, mister?”
Morax smiled at the girl, who took a few seconds to study his clothes before looking up into his eyes. She gasped at their glow.
“Bìxià!”
“We meet again, little one,” he greeted with a subdued smile after eyeing her white dress.
To have the strength to be cheerful despite the odds...
Stopping to lean forward around the privacy screen to check on her guardian – who was smoothing his coat at the hangar – the little girl ran excitedly to his side, the rain barely hiding the sound. She tugged at his vest, and bounced on her toes. She looked pointedly at his height. He chuckled, getting the message. He rested on one knee before her.
“Bìxià, Lala no sleep after you went away. Will you stay now? Please? I cook you super yummy, extra sauce-y food! And, and, I'll pick the shiniest berry in the garden. Or you like chili better? Do you want other stuff? Please tell me!” She uttered boldly, determination shining brightly in the dark. He patted her head warmly, amused at how much guardian and ward think alike – their care for each other is admirable.
“I have no need for an offering, sweet one. It is also my wish to help your... Lala... rest as well. But if you would still like to prepare a meal, I will be happy to accept.”
Biting her lips to keep from squealing, she hopped on the spot instead. “Thank you, thank you, Bìxià! Gran-gran was right. You're the best!”
But hearing the soft thud of approaching feet, she hurried to say, “I'll cook the best noodle dish ever! Uuhh – for lunch! Tomorrow! Please look forward to it. I'm going to bed now. I'm really sleepy. Niiiight!” She bid cheerfully after bowing low, beaming at him afterward. He indulged her with a nod before she scampered off, the pitter-patter of her feet did little to hide her presence as the lady drew close.
“Oh. Was that Mei? I should check up on her,” she said, moving to enter the sleeping quarters. She stopped as he shook his head.
“That would not be necessary. She is in want of sleep, she says, now that you're back safe,” Morax assured. He stood to take off his shoes before joining her at the doorway.
“Mm? If you say so,” she conceded, but she drew a brow as their gaze met. “By the way, she couldn't explain to me well the word she keeps calling you. Is it a title?”
“Ah. Its a respectful term in Liyue. It goes to show she is a well-mannered child.”
She chuckled, looking proud – a rare sight to behold.
“Yes. She really is. I'm glad she's not too mature for her age. She still gets to be carefee. I –”
When she brought a hand up to delicately cover a yawn, he intervened. “Shall we then?”
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A/N: I had to cut it. This chapter was getting too long.
If you’re curious, I thought Qingxin sort of look like Magnolia. It smells really good as a lotion.
I made a modified Almond Tofu for Xiao’s banner, but I don’t think I have the know-how, nor the ingredients for the Slow-cooked Bamboo Soup.
I offer this fic instead uwu
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Some screenshots from Zhongli’s new Story Quest chapter in v1.5
Beautiful art style as always
I’m almost done with the next chapter of To Be Seen but I am so distracted right now with the 1.5 Story Cutscene someone leaked on FB and ------- omg Zhongli’s full body archon suiiiiit
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“The person who removes a mountain, begins by carrying away small stones.”
Sweet, bright, and floral – words that encapsulate the enticing smell wafting up from a beautifully carved tea tray, with the decanted water flowing down into its grooves to a catch basin underneath. Two pinming tea cups, already warmed and rinsed – painted in a beautiful array of geometric patterns – are a matched set with the tea pitcher currently pouring the first infusion.
“Your tea, Miss.” A large gloved hand – dark and unassuming, except for the dull shimmer of a large jade ring at its thumb, and a shining topaz gem cut in a sharp diamond at the wrist – pushed the filled drink with practiced ease near a seated figure, whose garbs of soft greens, subtle blues, and hints of black, signify a distant relation to the deceased.
“Thank you,” the figure said, her hand reaching for a cup, her head tilted to the unadorned wall. Though her arms seem relaxed, her shoulders were stiff, while her legs were tucked sideways, like a force of habit. She made a fine picture of poise and sophistication from afar, but perfectly humble in her mourning up close.
The host hummed graciously, savoring his first sip, noting the elegance in her figure despite the rather defensive posture. Hmm. If she remains unmoving, pain shall spread on her lower back.
“This drink is made from an evergreen shrub, which grows abundant at Jueyun Karst,” he began, calm dignity resonating in his voice. “It is said to be a place where the adepti enjoy their seclusion, hence the people's reluctance to disturb it's grounds. As such, these leaves are very rare. Only skilled herb gatherers that inherited the wisdom – and the courage – to traverse these lands are able to obtain them.”
“I see,” she replied, an empty cup waiting for a second infusion. He obliged and continued.
“Notice it's yellow hue? It is an accidental discovery. The color of dried tea leaves is normally green, with a taste that range from bittersweet to nutty, or from floral to oceanic. Some, on the other hand, would go so far as to liken it to simple vegetation. 'Grassy', they would say. Hmm. Tea may not be their beverage of choice.”
“Fascinating,” his guest replied, even tone barely hiding polite disinterest. He quirked a slight brow but remained undeterred - he's had encounters with people more ornery in years past.
As curious as her passively hostile behavior towards him has been for the past few days, he shall not stoop low to the level of the ignorant – like those at the marketplace, who circulate hearsays that leave much to be desired. He's only grateful young Mei is spared, for he may start questioning the integrity of his people.
He turned auric eyes down to his cup, watching the idle swirl of the liquid within.
He may only know just the surface of her troubles – like the vague taste of anguish from the void of her dreams – but he's determined to release the pressure through the cracks of her facade, like flushing steam from a smoking mount.
He knows beneath a calm mountain, lies a dissonance that could erupt, painfully and forcefully, at any given moment.
“But years ago, it is said a farmer had forgotten to dry out a batch of these leaves. And a cloth, flung free from a drying line, landed from above, sealing the warm moisture on them shut for a full summer's day. To the farmer's delight, the taste of the finished tea turned light and mellow, and the so-called grassy flavor gone without consequence. This procedure is now known as 'sealing yellow', the widely accepted finish for the tea we enjoy now.”
“How interesting.”
“Quite so.”
Hmm. Mayhaps the origins of tea may not be of interest?
Silence reigned heavily on the two tea companions, like too much burnt incense hanging in the air. A low cough from one tried to break through the discomfort, while the other remained resolutely silent.
“Would you prefer a different drink? We have other varieties that may be more palatable for your taste.”
The lady seem to snap out of thought, shaking her head insistently while eyeing the gloved hand that moved to remove her cup. “No. That's unnecessary. This will do. Thank you for your service,” she dismissed, gently but concisely, with an unconscious hand rubbing at her eyes.
“Is there nothing else I may assist in?” he asked, subdued, concern coloring his words. His uncharacteristically tilted head missed entirely by the lady's distraction.
“No,” came the tired reply, an undertone of exasperation escaping in the same breath.
“...nothing at all?”
She seem to take a deep breath, holding it for a minute, before letting it out in one, even sigh.
Not far from the one-sided conversation, peeking at the side of a privacy screen, the seventy-seventh director of Wangsheng looked on, a feline smile stretched across her face. She watched, with growing giddiness, at the most hilarious drama she'd ever witness in her waking years yet!
“Hu Tao-zhǔrèn? Should we not intervene?” Ferrylady whispered, glancing worriedly at the guest lounge herself. She wanted to help dispel such a morose atmosphere, as ironic as that is, for it is her duty for an honored guest, as well as to their noble consultant.
“Shhh~ Not now, Ferrylady. This is getting good.”
“But, madam, this has been going on for three days. Progress is no where to be found.”
“Exactly. This is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to this place!”
"Madam. 'Exciting' is counterproductive to what we strive for in this business."
Ferrylady knew her young boss would have squealed if not for their absolute need for discretion.
No good thing comes from eavesdropping such a private exchange after all.
Hu Tao just hushed her again, silently crawling forward to get a better view. The shadow of the large vase their dear consultant insisted they buy the other day made for a good hiding spot. Something about its story being a distraction for the distraught passed through her mind.
“Miss Ferrylady? H-Hu-zhǔrèn? Why are you crouching down there?”
The two snapped their attention to their new employee, who wore a very bemused expression while pulling at the collar of his stiff uniform.
“Shh! Meng, do you want the troubled souls in the parlor to catch your feet? Drop down behind us now and complete the formation. This is your first assignment~” Hu Tao murmured seriously, an unreadable twinkle reflecting in her eyes. Meng would have gasped out loud if he hadn't slapped his hands over his mouth.
He swiftly did as he was told, back brushing against the wall in the cramped space, before he swiveled worried eyes all around them. Ferrylady just sighed, familiar with their director's ways of keeping someone quiet.
“Now keep quiet for the next half hour you two. Act Two is about to begin~”
-{-}-
Stella mildly wondered if it would be child neglect to jump from the pier right outside the parlor, leaving Mei all alone. It's the only thing she could think of right now to prevent herself from strangling this, this – ugh! This persistent man!
She knows there is a custom of not speaking with customers, out of respect for old tradition – but this one seem to have missed the memo.
Before the day Mei's grandmother passed, the old woman had enough breath to tell her where she wished to have her wake, what she and Mei should wear, what their manners should be during mourning period, and other matters relating to Mei's future.
But despite her meticulous notetaking – her brushstrokes needed lots of work, she knows – Stella still felt unprepared for the kind of reception she received at the infamous Wangsheng ever since their return back at the Harbor.
After tucking in a sleepy Mei in her room, Stella went straight to the parlor, placing three of the Glaze Lilies in the simple pots she requested in advance, nestling them in between wreaths of white flowers surrounding the covered body.
When she finished burning the joss paper for a final offering, she jumped at the male voice directly from behind her. Whirling around, her heart skipped a beat, brows falling low at his short salutation.
The gentleman before her wore a suit that was subtle in opulence, and elegant in form – a large contrast to the uniform worn by the undertakers that assisted her and Mei before taking off to Qingce Village. She noted the thick rings that contrasted against his gloves – rings worn on the thumb, symbolizing the authority the wearer wields, as well as the arrogance boasting of wealth. Her brow had twitched.
“Good evening. May I ask why is the boss of Wangsheng seeing me?” she inquired, arms crossed. Its the only explanation for someone of importance to act like a host in the dark hall.
Despite the hammering beat in her chest, and the lost of color from her face, she stood tall with a firm stance – bracing herself in case this man mocks her for her ignorance. But when no sound of condescension came, she felt unsettled, and focused on his shining tie instead.
It's an unfortunate habit she has around these types she has yet to break, but a good enough technique to show they still have her attention. They usually have some sort of trinket on them – a silken pocket square, an heirloom brooch, or a collar clip – so its not difficult to direct her eye near their neck.
She could have glanced up to a point near their ear, to give the illusion of eye contact - but she didn’t want to remember their face, she has no interest to know of it, to know of them. She has no plans of interacting with this person ever, if she could manage it.
But she was brought out of her thoughts by a sudden chuckle, a smooth and sonorous sound, like rumbling thunder in the distance. It was not taunting or haughty, like she had expected. It sounds like a relief of tension – like heavy rainfall after a long dry spell. Stella took a step back, surprised at her passing thought that it sounded attractive. “I am not the boss of this hallowed hall, much to the confusion of most. You are not the only one who assume so. I am merely one of its consultants. Wangsheng caters to all needs, no matter the status, affiliation, or ethnicity. Hence its forthright pursuit for various advisors in order to fulfill any request – for the benefit of the living, and those that have passed.
I myself do my best to be of assistance to any of our customers, when present.”
“That's, uh, nice?” Stella stuttered, utterly speechless. Not because the explanation lacked clarity – it’s actually worded very eloquently – but because this man, this consultant, was still talking to her, despite the lack of eye contact – a discourtesy these types would easily recognize. It was practically beaten into her head that it was a shameful habit, growing up – that no man would want to be her husband if she does not get over it.
Which motivated her more to never want marriage.
She could feel his eyes roving over her face, the path of their focus mostly resting on her cheeks –surprisingly, never straying down. “Indeed. And if I may say so, you seem to need a boost of energy. Or perhaps a good rest. We offer drinks that could assist you with either. If you allow it, I will prepare it to your liking.”
She tucked her head down, not knowing what to say. Not because she felt flattered or embarrassed by the attention of such an attractive-sounding individual.
But... the thing is –
She hates men.
She really, really hates men.
Growing up in a household that treated her more like a prize than a living being, she had no real choice on how to live her life. Powerful men of elevated backgrounds would strut before her, fluttering their clothes made from rare threads to show off their affluence, leering in greed and unwanted desire at her place behind a special dais – layers of gauzy silks the only physical protection she has from their disgusting gazes. But they were never thick enough for her to block out the absolutely dark intentions in their eyes, nor the reverberating hunger in their sleazy words. It made her skin crawl badly every time – feeling phantom insect's feet trail up and down her arms, creeping sludge up her throat, until it claw up to the sensitive skin of her scalp. No matter how much she bathes in scorching hot water after every encounter, skin scrubbed raw and red, she never manages to erase the feeling right away. Only in sleep could she hope to find peace.
If she even could.
They tell her that her feelings were irrelevant. Her treatment – expected. After all, everyone is led to believe she inherited attributes that show she has the blood of those that dwell in the heavens – in the upper universe that human beings could only dream to reach. And thus her body is seen as a sacred vessel, a carrier for future generations to come – perfect beings that would never suffer from mortal wounds, or mortal illnesses. The mother that shall birth the perfect world. You are one being that can propagate, and produce the most flawless humans the world has ever seen. Humans that would become the paragon for everyone else to aspire to! –
Stella scoffed mutely, unfolding her arms, before stepping back into place. That was what her foolish cousin had thought. Had believed. Had obsessed.
He was a brilliant scholar. A specialist of the unknown. And a zealous believer of their family's history and sacred roots. His fixation with perfection is a flaw in and of itself. A selfish desire that eventually led to everyone's death – especially one she held most dear – Selene. Her sister by name, if not by direct blood. The only relative that actually cared for her, that loved her, that protected her when no one else would.
Selene was the one that taught her how to sing – how to hone the beauty in her voice. She taught her how to fight – with a weapon used by an ancestor who fought her fate until the last of her breath.
Selene taught a many great things, especially other skills that would have otherwise been useless if she was still in her own world – a world that pampered her like a sacred idol, with wings clipped short in a gilded cage.
The very memory of Selene dying in her arms serve as a reminder to never be selfish. To be mindful. To remember that even just one person's open hand is enough to live life for.
But, right now, with her muscles straining from holding her stiff position for so long, she is very much in a mindset to defy her own oath.
She really hates men.
But... she's trying not to. She has to not to – for Meilin's sake:
Most of the fishmongers at the harbor are men – Mei loves seafood.
Most of the chefs are men – Mei loves well-cooked food.
All of the guards are men – Mei trusts them to protect their house and harbor.
If not for Mei, Stella would have gone to live as a hermit by now, fishing or hunting for her own meals, cultivate her own harvests, or protect herself from foolish thieves.
For Mei, she will persevere. For Mei, she will try.
But –
She really hates men.
Specifically, this type of man.
Those greedy monsters cloaked in beauty and money. That speak well of culture and knowledge – both useless, and worthless. For it is a mere show of having been educated on knowledge the masses could not afford to have.
Her heart had not skipped a beat because she finds him attractive – she still doesn’t know what he looks like. But from his clothes, his manners, his flowery words, she could only conclude one thing: this is the type of husband her family had wanted. The traditional type that wanted a traditional wife.
Out of all the typical traits that kind of wife should have: bearing many children, many perfect children, was the main goal. All the while she must always be silent, until spoken to. Be obedient without question. And wise enough to know her place – while being the perfect trophy her husband could boast about.
Stella took deep, silent breaths, controlling her thoughts from making her jump to conclusions.
She had to tread carefully with any man in this world. The people at the market were nice enough so far. Respectful of deals, and follows through with their word.
But, she's not blind to the staring – both the subtle, and the obvious.
Her face, unfortunately, is one of the attributes she inherited from their family's progenitor, their beloved ancestor, and it's been described as appealing at worse, and magnificent at best.
But she pays these no mind. Complements are empty words after all. Especially when they find out she can no longer produce children. That's alright. She has long accepted that any who show interest in her, will soon disregard it after they learn of her disability. Traditional men especially, will throw her away.
That's why – although she has her oath for Selene, and a promise for Gran-gran and Mei – she herself could never give an eternal vow to anyone. Not anymore.
Not after what she's done to herself.
But despite her cold aloofness day after day, night after night, this man remained persistent. Kept pestering to cater to her needs, when she made it perfectly clear the Ferrylady was doing a great job of taking care of her already. That he should focus on more important clientele than her.
Unfortunately, it's the sixth day now of Gran-gran's funeral, and she's still being served personally by the stubborn consultant with the alluring voice, who wouldn't stop inquiring if she was able to get a good night's sleep after clearly seeing she isn't. She knows the bags under her eyes are getting darker, and the whites of her eyes turning red with dryness.
It's times like this she misses those blissful sleep of white nothingness – the long morning nap, and the night she and Mei had to camp out before arriving at the harbor. The only explanation for them was the presence of that little guardian that wrapped around her snuggly like a giant tree in its branches – one made out of scales, and gems, and warmth.
Ah. But it isn't a tree, is it? It was a dragon – or so Mei said. A legendary creature that is normally large and serpentine in form and built – either something that brings about disorder and chaos, or something that protects with might and force.
“Good thing Mr. Guardian is the protector type!” Mei had added brightly, even though Stella knew the little girl was extremely disheartened to see it disappear in the distance after escorting them to the edge of Liyue Harbor, fluffy tail flickering in a silent wave.
She will admit to miss its strange, yet comforting presence. The soothing calm she can feel as she stares at its amber eyes – whether out of vexation or gratitude. It would wrap around her like a thick blanket, enveloping her in a warmth she could feel in her bones, and in her heart.
Ah, well. Maybe she'll look to tame one of the strays around the area. See which ones are easy to domesticate. Maybe, one of them would have eyes as gold as Mr. Guardian. Maybe then she'll be able to cuddle up to something and get some much needed sleep.
-{-}-
As the lady continued to fantasize of respite, a lost look entering her eyes, Morax thought now is the right time for a change. Where diplomacy fails, action may succeed.
When her hand moved to subtly rest at her waist, trying to reach her back, and a pained look briefly passed over her expression, he acted – for the first time – without a second thought.
“You have not slept well after I left, have you?”
Morax murmured low, well aware of their audience in the background, but reached out to her nonetheless, touching the tip of her nose, hoping his action would trigger a memory, their memory, together.
He patiently waited for her indignant squeals and sputters to subside, staring steadily at her face until her angry gaze focused back on his.
She turned silent immediately, a great confusion painted her features. Her hand hovered close to his face – no doubt to slap him for his boldness.
The quiet this time was not uncomfortable – it felt very nostalgic, like the thrum of water drops on stone, or the hum of rocks being mined from the earth.
The kind of silence that defined their first meeting, letting her tug him free from her pack, and staring at him with open bewilderment – with awe-filled curiosity set deep in her exquisite eyes.
“...Mr. Guardian?” she uttered, like a secret, both hopeful and afraid. She withdrew her hand to cover her mouth, while her body sagged heavily on her chair.
Sitting still was never a problem, but the want to comfort made his hand ache. He could only smile for now, to acknowledge the charming moniker, and to prevent from startling her further.
Blinking once, she took in his face. Blinking twice, she fisted her hand.
She suddenly covered her eyes, rubbing them incessantly, as if his image burned her physically and she's trying to find relief. He gave in and reached out, holding them still – something he could not do before lest he hurt her with his claws.
When she focused back on him, eyes turning anxious, Morax slowly lifted a third infused cup, carefully wrapped her fingers around it, before slowly letting go. He rested his arms at his sides and turned entirely to her – hoping his body language was open enough for her to let down her guard, just as she always was while he was Exuvia. He noticed her sitting up straight against her chair, eyes asking questions upon questions mutely in the air.
A dull thud from behind them went unnoticed.
“Please. Have a drink. Let it soothe your nerves.
The sea breeze outside will do much good for your head. Let me escort you to where the water meets the wall. And there, we might be afforded better privacy for your questions,” Morax softly besieged. He cut his gaze to the screen behind them, letting his focus rest on it for some time. Nearly silent sets of feet scurried away after a moment.
“Okay,” the lady consented, breaking through his concentration. When Morax gazed back, she took a long, slow sip, seeming to finally savor the tea he served, making him sit a little straighter in his seat. Her eyes softened slowly, and watered as recognition set in, which in turn made him tug at the corner of his lips in relief.
-{-}-
A knock was heard, before the slide of the door reached Meng's ears. “Yahooo. How is she? Have you revived Ferrylady yet?”
“Uhm, I'm afraid not, ma'am. Maybe this is a good thing? It's better if she has her rest for the night,” Meng whispered back, blowing the lantern light out as his co-worker rested heavily on her bed.
The director and undertaker silently went out, walking away from the sleeping quarters as both thought back on the circumstances of the Ferrylady's fainting. “Yeah. Might as well~ Zhongli-xiānsheng certainly put her in quite a shock. I almost saw her spirit escape from her! Too bad it happened before we got to see what our consultant did to make our guest putty in his hands. Looks like that hermit strikes again! At least this time the lady seems like his age – physically I mean – and totally not like his stuffy personality. I like her~” Hu Tao sang, thinking of giving the lady a small discount on the incense she'll need to use tomorrow.
“W-would it really be alright to leave them alone?” Meng asked, nervously pulling at his gloves.
“Hmm? Any concerns I should know about? Oh! Is she one of those pretending to play 'hard to get', but actually wants to snatch Zhongli-xiānsheng for herself~?” Hu Tao asked, fluttering her eyes exaggeratedly.
“No, Hu-zhǔrèn! You got it entirely wrong.”
“Oh?”
Meng furrowed his brow, organizing his thoughts. “From what I heard, as well as my own experience in assisting her, she tends to avoid men. All men. Except maybe the kids and the grandpas. I saw her hand quake once when I accidentally brushed hands with her trying to move her potted plants for her.”
“I didn't think you had it in you. You sly dog~”
“No no no, Hu-zhǔrèn! You misunderstand again!” Meng waved his arms frantically in front on him. “I mean... yes! I'll admit she's very beautiful. A-and she seems considerate, and kind. But she's a little, uhh, too beautiful? Even I know I'm not a good match for her. But her skittish behavior makes me feel like, like scum – like the lowest of the low,” he said dejectedly, shoulders falling. “She makes me feel guilty for even breathing in her space.”
Hu Tao hummed, a finger on her lips, before her brows quirked up in surprise at Meng’s suddenly spirited stance. “A few of the guys at the wharf noticed too, and speculated something must have happened to her. It's really sad to think of the possibilities. But we all talked about it, and agreed to do our best to be gentle in our interactions with her. No touch. Keep a good distance. And watch our words. We don’t want her to feel like we’re boars on the prowl.”
“Wow. Well done, Meng,” whistled Hu Tao, smiling wide.
“E-erm. Thank you?” Meng scratched at his head, face turning red in embarrassment.
“That's the longest I've heard you speak. Ever! I'm so proud of you~ You're not such a pitiful scaredy cat aftercall,” Hu Tao hooted in glee.
“W-what? M-madam...” Meng groaned, head falling down on his chest in dismay.
Hu Tao giggled softly, and changed her carefree stance. She gently patted him on the shoulder to get his attention. “Just kidding~ You really have to lighten up.
But, I didn't lie. What you're doing is very honorable. And even if you're too common for someone like her, I'm sure in time she'll notice and appreciate what you all are doing.”
Was that supposed to be comforting? Ugh. I still don't understand the director. I have so much to learn.
“Besiiides. If you guys are honorable already as ordinary citizens, what more someone of Zhongli-xiānsheng's caliber?”
Meng nodded, smiling brightly. “You're absolutely right, ma'am. I should not have doubted his intentions.”
“Maybe by now, he's escorting her home. So let's have faith in our reliable consultant!”
“Yes, ma'am!”
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A/N: Just to clarify, Hu Tao meant Zhongli is such a devastating lady-killer. He just doesn’t know it. And yes, more eye-flirting with these two. Sighs. He has such pretty eyes. Updated again on 04/15/2021 because I’m my own biggest critic.
Gong fu style of serving tea is so mesmerizing to watch. I can see Zhongli do it every time.
Fun fact: In ancient China, yellow tea was indeed considered very rare. And since yellow is the traditional imperial color, only emperors are able to enjoy it. Unless they deem a guest fit to be served the tea - which is considered a high honor.
Zhongli’s rerun banner is coming up sooner than I thought. I should have known Genshin would have a mid-anniversary thing too. Or something like it. I panicked, caved in, and bought the Blessing of the Welkin. His mats are not readyyyy aiyaah
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To Be Seen
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Pearls don't lie on the seashore. If you want one, you must dive for one.
...Light. So soft, and sweet. It surrounds me...
...Warmth. Radiant, and gentle. It brushes against my skin...
...Heart. Steady, and loud. It beats beneath my ear...
...Fingers. Unwavering, yet delicate. They caress through my hair...
...Voice...
...What voice?...
...Who?...
「...is closed...port...settled. Go get...」
「Who?」
「...rest...」
「Who are you?」
「...go get some rest.」
Stella reached out, slow and surreal, out to the space, both wide and close. Infinite, yet enclosed. Her thoughts echoed loudly, yet quietly, both near and far.
Where are the shadowed walls? I should not see.
Where is the cold? It should chill my flesh and soul.
Where are the jeers? They should be ringing and malicious.
「Why?」
「...」
「Why do you care?」
「...」
「Please. Who are you?」
「...」
Stella's eyes stuttered open, gradual and confused, feeling engulfed, but not suffocating; strangely more secure. Her arms tightened instinctly, fingernails digging into strange grooves – did she fall asleep outside? Why is she hugging a tree? Didn't she make it to the village?
She felt disoriented, and not the usual kind – the kind where she would feel even more empty and tired, dependent on the stamina-boosting dishes instead of her own replenished energies. Nor is it the kind that makes her alert and paranoid, heart pounding like a frightened bird. Stupid green slime. Thing. I hope its choking in its dirt, she grumbled mutely, head burrowing more into the fuzzy moss the tree is probably covered in.
Overall, its such an unfamiliar feeling. This state of wakefulness and oblivion. She can't remember the last time she had a quiet morning like this. Or is it afternoon? Mei was pounding on something before I slept. She was giggling too. I'm glad she's smiling again. Her crying makes me uncomfortable. It's like how Selene looked before she let go.
Stella unconsciously frowned, shoulders tensing slightly, before relaxing back on her side when something nuzzled against her hair.
After a few more minutes of blank ruminating, her 'tree' moved slightly, making her blink back her lethargy, groggily raising her head. She winced, reaching up to rub carefully at the deep sleep lines on her cheek. Clearing her vision, she recognized jewel-like eyes staring back at her – a sight she's wondering would become a habit to see. The corner of her lips twitch up, feeling the weight of the guardian curl around her in a comfy cocoon, and realizing its tail served as her cushy, albeit ticklish pillow. She was about to say her thanks before she stopped, raising a brow instead. Why does it look so... grim?
She tilted her head, staring at somber eyes that studied her for a good long moment, not unlike the solemn paintings of her ancestors in her clan's compound, judging and eternal, captured in paints that lasted until her time –
Shaking her memories away, Stella began to wonder anew how old Mr. Guardian really is, how many people and places its seen, how many it helped or come across. Her thoughts cut off when it suddenly shook its own head, tapping at her nose with one of its whiskers, and teased her face with a small puff of breath. She blew back with her own at its snout, giggling when it tried to smother her with its large mane, pushing her head back in a gentle headbutt.
“Alright, okay. I'm awake, I'm awake,” Stella grumbled, scratching on the bridge of its nose with careful fingers. “You're more cuddly than I thought a serpent should be.”
It reared back its head, snorting, as if indignant, but with eyes still glittering with play. Stella rolled her eyes, sitting up straight while taming down her bed hair. Her gaze fell lazily on the creature, noting absently its suddenly stiff form, a strange new glint in its eyes. Was it's pupils always that big? I could have sworn it was like little diamonds last night. Huh. Must be a predator thing. “I don't know what you are, honestly. That's how I always thought of you before.” She covered her yawn with a dainty hand, a habit from years of etiquette training coming into play despite her non-human bedmate. “I'll ask Mei later. She looked like she knew what you are,” she appeased, dryly smiling at its suddenly thoughtful demeanor.
After a long pause where she was tempted to lie down again, it snorted in agreement, uncurling completely from her before shrinking down his size. It gently spiraled up, drifting in a large circle around the room, before nodding its head to the changing screens. Stella's eyebrow twitched, mumbling about 'pushy, dramatic lizards' before doing as directed, keeping in mind what mischief Mei had been doing while she was down for the count all morning.
I hope its nothing expensive.
Checking to see the bed made, her pack readied, and patting at her last outfit for this trip, Stella walked out, stretching out the kinks to her shoulder when she immediately swerved her wide gaze to the small plot of land that was formerly the receiving area of the hut.
“Lalaaa~ Lookie! Mei mixed the things, like you said! Can we put the Lilies in now?”
Stella stared at the debris covered, char-filled, sandy mess that is formerly a floor, a blank smile frozen on her face. “That's. Great. Mei. How. Did you manage to get...all of this?” she asked faintly, doing a vague, circular gesture of her wrist.
“Oh! The village uncles and aunt helped Mei! Uhm, one uncle has a number in his name. The other uncle says his name is a cold blade. It's strange. But they helped Mei with the soft dirt and the soft rocks. Another uncle said Mei could have his extra wood. Then the aunt that cooks helped Mei cook the wood and rice huskies. She had plenty! She told Mei to not eat the rice huskies, or the wood though, even though she makes yummy dishes,” Mei babbled brightly, her whole body vibrating with energy.
“...ah. Then... they helped you bring it here?” Stella kneeled gingerly before the small mount, not knowing where she should look at first. She couldn't check the sand if its the proper consistency because its mixed in too much with the clay. She's not sure if the clay was pliable enough for the Lilies' roots. The husks were supposed to be smoked, but she can see some badly burnt ones. And the wood... well, she'll have to cut them down to a better size.
“Mhmm~ They super nice. The auntie that cooks even gave Mei a dish so Mei could give it to her Lala!”
Stella smiled gratefully, reaching out a hand to rub Mei's head affectionately. “Thanks, Mei. But give me an hour. I'll be able to sort the materials by then.”
Mei scrunched her brows adorably, pouting. “But Lala should eat first?”
“I know, Mei. But this isn't your house. Granny Ruoxin will come in anytime. She might trip and fall. You know Gran-gran was prone to that too with her poor vision.”
“Oh.” Mei looked down, thoroughly conflicted, playing with her hands as she tried to work through her little head the dilemma of feeding her special person as soon as possible, but also wanting to work on the Lilies as soon as possible.
On the other hand, Stella's mind whirled with thoughts of how to resolve this without making Mei cry, a vibrating energy surrounded them, shaking the two out of their heads before grasping each others hands in instinct.
A large, condensed piece of clay floated, expanding and contracting, with tiny particles of sand dropping immediately from it, while the rice husks flew upwards and away. Stella quickly ducked to cover Mei's eyes, tucking her little head under her chin, face turned away until the golden, mini vortex settled and cleared. Warily opening her eyes, Stella looked around, and gasped.
A pile of softened clay shaped like a cube sat near the wall, while a neat heap of sand was placed next to it in an elegant, gilded, brown pot Stella has never seen before. The rice husks though were still in a pile in front of her, as well as the wood, but its more manageable to sort through now with broom.
Mei squealed excitedly, hopping in place, turning awestruck eyes at the forgotten guardian floating behind them. Remnants of glowing particles circled the creature in slow curves. “Thank you, thank you, Bìxià! Lala can eat now.” Mei stated, more than asked, smile turning smug. Stella retaliated by tickling her ward's sides, making her squeal and laugh, before giving the lady a heatfelt neck hug with her tiny arms.
Stella's smirk turned affectionate, giving the little girl a squeeze in return. “Looks like Mr. Guardian is starting to spoil you. Okay. Give me ten minutes to prepare everything. Divide the food for me, please?”
Mei giggled, surreptiously glancing at the creature who's now inquisitively looking over the planks of wood, before holding up three fingers at Stella's eye level. They shared a secret smile before Stella winked in agreement. The little girl pattered off before Stella walked over to the creature's curled form, with arms akimbo.
“So! You control anything related to the earth, do you?” Mr. Guardian glanced at her in amusement before nodding. “Well aren't you smug? But, I guess its more useful than what I can do,” Stella whispered lowly as she grabbed a broom to sweep the rice husks. But at the vigorous shake of the creature's muzzle, she realized Mr. Guardian understood exactly what she meant.
-{-}-
“You heard me sing last night,” the lady stated, a sad glimmer shining suddenly in her eyes. “That's how you found me.” Gazing at her quietly, Morax waited. He neither denied nor agreed, intuitively giving her space to think. She finally sighed, her words spilling like lava upon the surface of the earth – slow, with painful fire. “Singing isn't something I do for myself, or even for a living. It's...what I have to do, especially when forced.” She gulped, seemingly forcing her next words out before she runs out of air. “I am... not quite normal. For a human. But I mean no harm to anyone, I promise. Only to myself, when I sing. I – ” She cut herself off, turning away, becoming absentminded as she swept. Morax let her be, busying himself with slicing the planks with his claws, cutting them to the size of a Ley Line Sprout – the appropriate length he thinks she might need for the Lilies.
He is saddened at her distress, after comforting her in her sleep, having to slice through the dark shadows that caged her shining, pure soul – a sight he thought he would never see again. Her answers explained one question, but added upon hundreds – his intrigue for her may yet be extinguished.
Rising after finishing his work, he was surprised she stopped him from heading towards her quarters to conceal his presence, and directed him to the dining table instead. He could only stare as she smiled bashfully, yet charmingly, with the afternoon light complimenting her healthier complexion.
Surely a song of pure joy from her will welcome more praises.
He could only blink, taken aback by the direction of his thoughts, but not shameful of them either.
Sliding the etched ruminations at the back of his mind for now, he touched down gently on a vacant chair, adjusting his size so he fit better, keeping his head at the height of the table, but keeping his arms off of it.
She has shown great consideration for myself even without the girl present. It's best I also mind my manners as a good example.
When said little girl pushed a familiar plate made out of crispy mushrooms and lotus head, with a mouthwatering seasoning of Jueyun chili and plated on shiny green cabbages, he tilted his head and looked on at the delightful surprise, wondering why he was given a second offering in less than a week. Is there something they need more from me?
The lady then startled him from his focus with a short laugh, a wider smile gracing her beautiful face as she patiently explained. “Eat up. The spice on them isn't bad. It's pretty good overall. I will have to thank Ms. Bai before we set out back to the Harbor,” she mused out loud, before catching on, no doubt, to his still befuddled form. Her demeanor seem to soften, like Ice Flowers turned Mist when exposed to a flame, a stroke of understanding painted softly on the curve of her lips. “You're hungry too, right? I know you're used to taking care of others, like how you take care of me – don't think I didn't notice! But, you're also worth taking care of. Rest. You deserve it too,” she stated, as if its a proven fact in the world, before she faced little Mei, inquiring about his form and regarding something else he could no longer hear. His thoughts had turned blank, questions and suspicions fell away, like the fan leaves of the ginkgo trees surrounding his land, from the peak of his mountain forests, to the plains down below.
As Morax took careful bites of the meal, his meal, bearing in mind the placement of his fangs, the relaxed banter of the lady and the child as they discussed their plans held his entire attention, his own musings a mystery to them.
For now.
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“Zhongli-xiānsheng! Welcome back, sir,” Ferrylady exclaimed in a breathy gasp, gloved hands almost dropping the ashy incense burner she was supposed to clean before its next use. She hastily set it on a nearby end table, bowing formally to the well-dressed gentleman with his back to her, nevermind the ashes now covering the bottom half of her uniform. When she didn't hear a reply, she took a confused peek. Strange. He never fails to greet back, no matter how late into the night.
What is he holding? Are those the customer logs? Oh no, have I forgotten to write something down again?
“Hm? Ah, thank you. It is good to be back,” the consultant finally said, acknowledging Ferrylady with a nod after he neatly placed down the book on the reception desk, and turned to smile at her warmly. Ferrylady had to smother a cough, both from the blessed sight as well as from the dust. But maybe more so from the former, than the latter, she internally sighed.
“Have you had a good trip, sir?” she inquired quietly, busying herself with the cleanup at the designated corner before she gets caught staring too long. Again.
“Mm. I supposed it is. Ha! And what a surprising gift it is indeed.” Ferrylady had to stop herself from snapping her head back to him, giving away her surprise at his unusually good mood.
Despite his youthful appearance, Zhongli-xiānsheng always exuded a serious demeanor. Aside from playing as the good host – to establish good relations – and a generous customer – within reason – the normal face of the most knowledgeable consultant employed by the funeral parlor is earnest formality wrapped in respectful cordiality. The kind of bearing all undertakers strive for, as their hall is now well-known far and wide because of his measured suggestions for each type of rite, great and small.
That's not to say Ferrylady was content their consultant is perpetually unsmiling. But when he does...
She held her cleaning brush a little firmer, imagining the radiant glow of the consultant's handsome visage. Her heart might not be able to take it if she has to see it in person. There are just things that have their time and place.
The trip did do him better than expected. I must apologize to the Director as soon as she's back. She is wiser than her years would allude to. I still have much to learn.
She was surprised again when the dapper gentleman spoke next. “Ferrylady, can you tell me more about the current wake you are catering to. This is the third day, is it not?” Ferrylady heard the shuffled pages of the logs again, making her pause in her work.
“That is correct, sir. An old lady, recently passed. Quietly, in her sleep. She is survived by a granddaughter named Meilin,” Ferrylady explained concisely as she silently tidied up, looking up to give the consultant her undivided, yet confused, attention.
Very strange. He wasn't as interested in any of the other ordinary ceremonies before.
“Only one relative?” Zhongli-xiānsheng posed thoughtfully in his usual stance, giving the Ferrylady more questions than answers in her head. Maybe his inquiries have a deeper meaning. Could he be already aware about the Fatui? As expected of our most knowledgeable lecturer. She stood straighter and answered more readily.
“Yes. She is only a little girl though. She does have a guardian with her but they seem unrelated. They don't look alike at all. I can't tell where the lady is from. Her clothes don't look Sumerian or Inazuman, or even those of Liyue fashion, whether traditional or in vogue. But they reflect aspects of the mentioned nations regardless. It's actually an attractive combination, with the wearer herself being a beauty.” When the Ferrylady noticed the unreadable gleam in the consultant's gaze, as well as a a twitch in the corner of his lips, she blushed daintily, realizing she thought out loud.
“Apologies, sir. I digressed. To conclude, they paid generously for the full seven days. As such, the director said to respond accordingly.”
“Generously? Is the memorial plaque included in this?” he casually inquired, turning to gaze out the window, chin still placed lightly on his fingers.
Is the lady guardian a suspected Fatui member, I wonder? Ferrylady shook her head, biting her tongue. No. I shouldn't think this way. She and the girl are still good customers. It is not my place to judge them on this life.
Although, I still do not see why Zhongli-xiānsheng seems interested in this particular ceremony.
“Without, unfortunately. When I mean generous, I meant for everything except that. The guardian said she understood the cost of a certain material little Meilin wanted for the plaque. We assured her it's alright to leave it until later when she has enough Mora saved to commission its carving.”
The consultant hummed and asked no more, staring up at the passing clouds under the moonlit night. The peaceful tick of the clock surrounded the space as the Ferrylady gathered the incense sticks, joss paper, and other materials their clients might prefer during the procession. Moving to let herself out, she understood by now that this type of silence is what the consultant needs for his solitary thinking.
As she neared the door, it's a good thing she has a good hold on her items, especially the burner. She finally gave in to the urge of whirling around to stare at their most revered lecturer with wide eyes as he surprised her yet again with a genial smile and a simple, voiced request.
“May I assist you in the final days of this rite?”
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A/N: I finally have it where I want it to be! A long weekend sure helps a lot. I had to post this before my muse flew away into the void.
Also, for future reference: don’t flirt during funerals, people. This my disclaimer.
If any one else would like to be tagged in this story if you are having problems seeing it, just let me know~
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I’m warming up to Wangsheng campfire duo.
To Be Seen
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There are many paths up the mountain. But the view from the top is always the same.
Qingce Village. A plot of land once dwelt by an enormous, dreaded beast. A great threat, and source of terror for its inhabitants. Dark were the skies, and molten was the earth. Stones quaked and shifted from battles sown, and water turned fog from the heat of conflict.
Many a life perished or fled – those that are able, found refuge in the marshes or by the sea. Those that could not, stayed and endured.
But long has passed those years of misery, Morax reflected, eyes turned soft at the drifting dust under sunlight. Only Mt. Qingce remains, steadfast and true. A preserver of the old and the young, and of the croplands turned abundant. The landscape painted with colors of tranquility, with shades of the quiet.
To this, he could say, was one reason he fought. Why he dared raise great spears against those that oppose him, that question his strength. Why his ambitions for a seat with the Seven was so great.
Why he let his life's blood spill and his flesh torn asunder, all to be used for trade.
All he had sacrificed... so that all may prosper. So those deemed weak but with a passion for life, and a mind that craves understanding may learn, may improve. May become greater than what they thought to be. What they can be.
And flourish they did, Morax thought fondly, gazing out the window to watch three children play. A boar in the distance, charging away. Admirably so, like the trees and blooms that persisted amidst the cracked earth, or emerged from the muddy waters that once flowed red.
His eyes narrowed, then shut, musings turned grey.
He has danced and sung to the tune of combat, played his part well into the final act. His will, ironclad – unyielding and absolute, against the odds. Against all the other gods. All to reach the peace the entire land longed for after the audacious declaration from Celestia:
「Survive, and be crowned The Seven.」
「Gain the power of the divine.」
「Be one above all, in your chosen land.」
And to this, he succeeded, with glory placed upon his head, and the remnants of slaughter at his feet.
The Prime of the Adepti, said they. A riotous cheer. A whisper, filled with dread. Ha. Even among the Seven – the original, and the newly seated – he is the eldest, hence, the most respected. And therein lies his burden. To be charged as the standard, to be exemplary in the eyes of his people...
Still. This position is not without its advantages – he would not have fought for it if there were none. Truly, he could not ask for more, even if he tried. The enormity of his titles, to be granted the highest of honors among those that dwell in the newly named Teyvat – bearing in mind the heavens that granted his godhood of course.
His people are proud of him. His land reveres him.
And yet.
And yet.
Why must this... dissatisfaction linger? The feelings of restlessness. Aimlessness. Like a shell drifting in endless sea.
What must be missing, when the fruits of his labor, the smiles of his people, and the generations therafter, are present and abundant? When the inhabitants accepted his protection, his standards, with delight, and worship. When they honor him by fulfilling contracts in accordance to how he fulfill his. When they sing songs and tell stories of his conquests, of his deeds as lessons to keep in mind, as morals to strive for and progress to.
Why then does this void exist? What is it he still lacks as a being?
Is... he still enough? Is he –
“... is Mei still doing good?”
A murmur, gentle and small, broke through his musings, eerily echoing his thoughts out loud. Morax turned inquisitive, amber eyes at the closed door, wonder outshining the memories, and bringing him back to the present.
The Miss Lala had been explicit about the necessity of his confinement, citing the resurgence of chaos upon his appearance. Seeing the tired yet resolute set to her shoulders, he could only acquiesced. He did not wish to tire the lady more with an argument. But truly, it was an odd request, at best. His people are familiar with this form, and would not run in fright, as she so fears. Why, they would likely crowd around him, vying for his blessing and attention and –
He rested one claw under his maw, pondering. Ah. That brand of chaos. I see. It seems she has better foresight than the average mortal. And most considerate as well. How kind.
His ears perked, hearing a faint, crackling call of farewell at the main entrance. He swiftly nudged open the door of the lady's chambers and floated out, seeing immediately the quiant scene at the kitchen.
“You're doing very good. You can stop when you smell it turning to powder. It's like... milk, but very very faint.”
“Oh! Can Mei put it on the lilies after? Please? Pretty please?”
Even from behind, the tilt of her head, the softness of her stance, indicates a fondness for the child. There is no doubt she is smiling down at her as well. She patted Young Mei in between her pigtail buns and replied, “Of course you can! You can sprinkle as much as you want. After we make the soil mix.” The little girl squealed, turning back to her task with renewed vigor.
He drifted closer, brows furrowing when the lady discreetly rub at her eyes while the little one is distracted.
It seems I may need to intervene.
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Stella raised a brow, feeling long whiskers brush over her shoulder, before the slight weight of the guardian's muzzle rested on it. She smiled when gold orbs focused curiously on the crunching and banging Mei's been doing, relieved that he showed himself after the chief went out for her rounds.
“It's for the flowers,” she explained, reaching to caress a glowing petal nearby. “A bird's eggshell is rich in minerals. Its as effective as any other fertilizer... but with lot less smell.” Mei giggled in agreement, adding that her Gran-gran was ecstatic when she was taught other tricks in the garden from Lala – especially doing away with 'pork poopy' all together. “Also, also, Lala taught Mei how to water plants!”
Stella chuckled at the inquiring eyes of their floating guest, who managed to tilt its head at her from an odd angle – the perks of having a long neck, I guess? “She keeps drowning the Jueyun Chili plants back in the Harbor. At most, they just need a sip within a week. Ha! I know that look,” she crowed, seeing familiar incredulity on the guardian's face. “I don't know why no one thought to cultivate herbs in their own garden. Or to water them for that matter. They can't always depend on the rain. No one can control the weather.
Besides, if you can cultivate rare flowers, like the ones in Yujing Terrace, why not something as common as herbal plants?”
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It is because of their plenitude that such notion is not considered. The oceanids have a knowing of the needs of the land – as such is my deal with them. They have been good to Liyue ever since. Why, when the croplands of Qingce are at their most vulnerable, Rhodeia answered their plea in an instant!
– Is what Morax would have said. But he only let out a small rumble and slow nod, turning back to the little girl covered in flecks of white powder, gaze softening at the sight of her bright smile.
As insightful as the siren has been since the start of their journey, it is not unwise to tread carefully. Knowledge is power. I have yet to know what she will do with it, once bestowed. If only the Fatui have not been such a conniving force as of late. I would have welcomed any foreigner within my stone walls.
Nevertheless, her care for a child not her own or of her people is admirable and exceptional, a far cry from how that organization operates. Her good sense too, would make for an engaging conversation.
Throughout the endless centuries he lived through – and will continue to, perhaps – he beared witness to a myriad of changes, great and small. No detail is insignificant enough for him to overlook. Or at all. He could not afford to. For one changed clause, nay, even one unclear word, could spell disaster for his land's defenses.
That said, he could assert he has very good memory. All printed and verbal contents of a contract is written like a tablet in his head, etched deep and fixed. The prosperity Liyue is blessed with is proof of his steadfast attention to detail; to consider all particulars, both the advantage and disadvantage, before he would, as they say, 'seal the deal'.
It is rare indeed for him to think 'what more does he not know?'
And yet, here he his, observing and listening. The lady elucidating their intention to gather an interesting mixture made out of smoked rice husk, charred wood, clay and soft sand. Another source of nutrients, she says, for the Lilies to be comfortable in during transport.
Eventually, he could focus no longer at her words, seeing her fighting to keep awake, feeling her sway dangerously on her feet. Her charge looked up in concern as she leaned on the counter, eyes closed shut in pain.
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Stella gritted her teeth, about to reach for her temple when her world shifted again.
Although she never indulge in the various wines this world had to offer, she can imagine this was how the drunks at the dock feel: head, heavy as ores; body, light as a feather.
Or was it, float like a feather? It certainly feels like she's in the air. Literally. A sensation she never thought she'd experience again after –
An inkling of worry crept up her neck, minutely thinking of Mei, before she faceplanted on something soft. She reached out a hand, feeling cotton and smooth silk. Her...bed?
“Urgh... where – what?”
A low snort nearby answered her. She felt too tired to think of anything of it. The pillow under her seems exceptionally comfortable right now. Maybe she won't suffocate if she stayed this way?
So. Tired...
A chuff sounded next, lighter in tone, before something wrapped around her shoulders. She breathed deep as sunlight burned her eyes, a tugging at her feet made her crane her head down. She now lied flat on her back, with a large, blurry... something, weighing her down.
“... Mei? What are you doing?”
Her charge was quiet, wholly concentrated on making sure her boots were placed near the bed before coming up to her. The little girl tugged and dragged a blanket up and over her legs, intending to swaddle her with it. Stella feebly raised an arm, wanting to help, but a gleam of teeth made her pause. A muzzle cradled a handful of the cloth near Mei's arm, and lifted it easily up to Stella's chin.
“Lala? You rest, okay?” the little girl whispered, smoothing down the blanket while staring at her with wide, understanding eyes. “You work hard again for Mei. The Lilies? Mei tried to follow you last night, but Chief-dàmā told Mei to stay and wait. Mei tried, but Mei too tired. Mei wants you to sleep now.”
“But Mei. The Lilies – ”
“Gran-gran always scold bàba 'a person who does not know good rest, does not know how to do good work'. Leave the Lilies to Mei! Mei will ask for help. Promise! Lala should rest.”
“Are you sure – ”
“Lala. Rest.” the girl asserted, a stubborn tilt to her chin, but eyes still pleaded for her to agree.
Before Stella could make up her mind, the weight on her chest suddenly spread, encompassing her down to her legs, trapping her effectively. A huff of hot breath made her squint and look up. Larger, glowing orbs stared her down, making her stare back, mouth agape.
Mei giggled, seemingly satisfied she'll behave while Mr. Guardian was around, and quietly left. The skipping tone of her steps was still loud enough for Stella to hear behind the closed door.
She sighed, gaze turning wry. “Alright. You made your point. Get off.” Having a predator over her like this would normally be a terrifying experience. But when she remembered how kind it had been with her during their sprint back to the village, and how gently it gazed down at Mei, she knew she could trust it – to a certain degree. She's sure it has the strength to crush her with a quick squeeze, but she's oddly confident it won't.
Stella quickly reconsidered her good opinion though when the creature had the gall to chuff, as if amused, and placed its large head next to her, adjusting its body to lie comfortably on the bed – but with her still under it!
A sudden thought went through her like a lightning bolt.
“If you can grow this large, why didn't you do so last night and we could, you know, fly back here?”
Amused eyes turn blank, blinking back at her with a look that spelled of realization.
Stella groaned, grumbling about 'common sense is not common at all' under her breath.
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“I apologize, good sir. But Zhongli-xiānsheng has not yet returned,” Ferrylady intoned quietly, bowing her head.
The gentleman in Fatui robes raised a blonde brow, growing pensive. “Still? How peculiar. We thought this special consultant is only busy during an adepti's Rite of Parting. It's been awhile since the last one, isn't it? We heard he's fond of strolling around the harbor. He's not one easily missed.”
“That is not inaccurate. But – ”
“But as we value his expertise in all matter of things, we believe he deserves some 'R and R' once in a while, don't you think~? I gave him leave to do so however long he likes~” said a laughing voice at the doorway.
“Hu Tao-zhǔrèn!”
“Oh. The Director?”
Hu Tao smiled wide, closed lipped, strolling into the office with a dancing step. Despite her upbeat demeanor, the gentleman still sweat dropped at the strange gleam in her eyes. “A consultant's work is just as demanding as any other job in Liyue, you see. Its why those of this realm, and of the next, leave very satisfied from our parlor~ No complaints at all!” she giggled sweetly, eyeing him more as she took a dainty step closer. “Buuut. Considering you have been on such a long wait, we will give you a great discount! Twenty percent, including the incense. You'll even get double the savings if you have a buddy with you~” she sang, fanning out two dark coupons from her sleeve and waving them invitingly.
The gentleman froze in place, quaking internally in terror. His time in the Fatui made him all too familiar with subtle threats, and this is a masterfully done one. Luckily, the Ferrylady spoke softly again, distracting him from his oncoming panic.
“Sir, may I take a message? Or would you rather we send for you when he arrives?”
“Ah, ahh...no need! The Director is... very clear, ehem – we don't mind the wait at all! An appointment with him is not that urgent anyway. Just mention the Fatui is interested to get acquainted with him, and his knowledge of the obscure. We’re confident your business will greatly benefit from a connection with us.”
“Hmm... I doubt it,” the Director hummed breezily, turning to a window to gaze out at the full moon.
The gentleman blinked, thinking he misheard. “Excuse me?”
Hu Tao giggled cutely, glancing back at him with smiling eyes. “We'll keep your words in mind, good sir! Buh-bye now~ I'm sure you're a busy man yourself. Our dear undertaker will tend to you when you need our services. At any time.”
The gentleman gulped, eyes widening. “Uhh, right. Yes! With gratitude!
Uhm, farewell, Director Hu. Thank you for gracing us with your presence, and your time. You too, Ferrylady,” he hurriedly added, not wanting to often the boss of the funeral parlor by being rude to the undertaker –
The... undertaker...
One who buries the bodies...!
When the gentleman hastily scurried away into the night, the Ferrylady turned to her young boss, face turning worried.
“Hu Tao-Zhǔrèn? I apologize if this might be spoken out of turn but – ”
“Why am I so direct with a potential customer?” Hu Tao smiled more lightly, doodling something on a parchment with careless brushstrokes.
“...”
Hu Tao chuckled, used to the Ferrylady's silence. The quiet suits the atmosphere perfectly.
“Hmm. Let’s just say for those that have incurred death's wrath, dark butterflies shall sure to follow. Poor things. To think they would have to do such a thing. Such a waste of delicate beauty.”
The Ferrylady gasped, hovering her hands over her mouth, eyeing the rough symbol of the Fatui next to large ink splatters. “Oh my! You mean – ”
“When Zhongli-xiānsheng is back, warn him of the visit. Business might pick up soon. Who knows~?” Hu Tao shrugged, humming thoughtlessly into the moonlit night.
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A/N: Sorry for the long introspection. I’ve been like this whenever I try to think link a 6,000+ y.o. Archon. Then again, no matter how much knowledge you have, there’s so many things you can still learn about.
Like common sense.
Quick translation of the honorifics I chose to use:
Chief-dàmā = Mei affectionately calling Granny Ruoxin ‘Chief Granny/Auntie’.
bàba = daddy/papa
xiānsheng = mister. In Japanese, its like ‘sensei’ (hence the Jap Dub xD)
zhǔrèn = director/manager
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To Be Seen
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‘A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.’ Will I be able to hear yours?
It's almost sunrise. Mei might wake up soon.
Stella let out a short, measured breath, wiping a hand on her skirt to get rid of the excess dust – and slime death, she mused in mild satisfaction – before reaching up to get to the next ledge.
Sudden tremors made her freeze. Her thoughts race at the impossibility of another attack when an ocher column emerged horizontally next to her with a small blast. She sighed.
How could I forget.
She shot steely eyes up, narrowing at the glowing horn tips peaking over the edge of the mesa, with the creature attached to them no doubt resting luxiously at the top while waiting patiently for her to complete her ascension.
They've been over this. It's like the creature's ears are merely decoration with how much it doesn't listen to her. “Mr. Guardian. Please. We're absolutely close now. As helpful as you have been, its time you return to protecting your area. Trouble won't find me again this time. I am sure of it,” she stressed, forcing more confidence in her voice than what she actually feels. She ignored the aches and pains in muscles she wasn't aware she had. Stubborn creature. Why won't it leave her alone?
Silence met her for a long minute, making her perk up.
Is it finally considering? Thank the ski –
A low, dismissive grunt and a visible snout, tilted upwards, made her eyebrow twitch and her whole body deflate. She pursed her lips, reluctantly pulling herself on the resonating stone with a wary eye, dusting her hands absently as she stood. When she turned bland eyes at the creature, calm amber orbs met her.
A tense stillness lingered, an edge of pressure settling in her chest as she maintained eye contact. Wills battled like an Electro Crystal, shocking and numbing you when you get in the way. It lasted for a long moment before the serpentine thing shook its mane once, flicking its tail broadly at her, reminiscent of how she would wag her finger at Mei after getting caught doing mischief. Stella fumed, eyes sharpening like daggers at the condescension.
They've been like this all evening until the early morn: her, trying to discourage it from following – nay, 'guiding' her way – while it persistently stuck at her side, snout prodding at her leg intermittently before pointing at another way. Admittedly, the turns and drop points it led to made the journey back easier – and safer – keeping well away from the groups of snoozing chubby geo energy.
When she tried to outrun it – after gesturing in appropriate gratitude, like how the people of Liyue would – its body coiled before spiraling up, graceful and grand, into the air, golden spikes shining against the moonlight, before facing her, eyeing her smugly, gaze now level with her own. Stella felt the heavy weight of her bag on her tired shoulder again as the floating guardian cruised easily, nudging her shoulder this time to another path unknown but undoubtedly still safe. Her patience grew thin, like waves eroding stone on the shore.
Stella squared her stance, determined to argue her case for the final time. “Look. I appreciate your guidance. But I just need to go over this hill and up to the Chief's residence. See those steps? They lead right up to it. So with all due respect, I request we part ways here. I'm sure you have better things to do than keep me company.” Mr. Guardian only blinked back, ever stoic, ever steadfast, like the rocks and gems it so resembles.
A different angle then? Stella cleared her throat, softening her tone. “As grateful as I am by your...escort, that place needs your attention more than me. Isn't that why you lingered? I'm not even one of the residents. I'm a complete stranger to these parts. You know this, yes? I won't loiter, I promise. I'll be on my way right after I get my charge. So just... ,” she huffed lamely, throwing a careless gesture behind them before climbing the final stretch to the hilltop, feeling the burn of golden orbs on her downturned face. An unusual sliver of guilt and sorrow grew, her heart thudded painfully with the weight of her emotions and the flash of dark memories.
In her world, all she knew was solitude. The discover of her unique blood, after an experiment gone wrong, made her both the target of envy, and adoration within their clan. An unholy reverence surrounded her person that no one is allowed to reach, to interact – less her value lessens.
If she bore children while in her 'highest' state – a form that fills her with self-loathing – she will produce perfection – or so her relatives would justify. Her descendants will be strong, beautiful, flawless. They can never succumb to any illness deadly to man, and will endure life with longer vitality. Her songs can soothe and heal, whether they be as benign as cuts and scratches, or as ruinous as broken bones or scalded skin.
Nothing is impossible – especially if you disregard the fact she'll feel the pain as each broken seam would stitch back together, each regeneration and painful growth slicing deep.
Hers was a life generations of her family has sought for, has craved for.
The power at their fingertips... no matter the cost...
She's the perfect bargaining chip... until she isn't.
I made sure of it.
Stella absently stroked at her abdomen, glancing at Mr. Guardian, eyes turning thoughtful as she focused on the present.
Nevertheless, no matter how less lonely she felt on the walk back to Qingce Village, she's not exhausted enough to forget her senses. She could just imagine how bizarre the sight of her will be entering the quiet settlement, a floating serpent at her side. The sight of gleaming claws and sharp teeth will cause a stir. And she's no fool. No matter how...subdued it seems, the power pouring out of its scales could not be ignored or understated. It's small stature is no doubt a front of what its truly capable of. It must be a guardian for a reason.
But, as intimidating as it may be, she felt... protected while in its presence. Safe. It's... nice.
However –
I can't get used to it. I just can't afford to.
If her guess was correct, the guardian is bound to this place, like all the other stone statues dotting in and around the village. As secure as she felt knowing someone, or something, will have her back, she knows once she and Mei returns to the harbor, she'll be the one to take care of things. She'll be the one that needs to do the protecting.
Until... until Mei is of age. Maybe have a family of her own. Someone else would cherish and protect her. And she'll... after that...
After that –
Stella minutely shook her head, stopping herself from letting her heartache show.
She won't linger on the thought, on the maybes or whatifs. That future is still so far away, so uncertain.
Even though she knows her future is uncertain –
Until then, I need to make sure Gran-gran's send off goes well. I just have to deal with life, one day at a time.
She eyed Mr. Guardian again, who remained unmoved, with a golden gaze both ominous and resolute. Its body was poised yet rigid, telling her how adamant the creature was about sticking with her until her journey's end.
She turned her head away, brows furrowing at the sight of orange light peaking at the distance, thoughts racing. The village may be full of the elderly and children, but they're hardworking, morning people, that rise with the sun. Spotting her and her unusual companion wouldn't be difficult. And because its full of the elderly and children, panic might erupt, causing unnecessary damage she knows she won't be able to compensate while already running low on energy – and mora. The Glaze Lilies she worked so hard for might also get lost in the process.
In short, not hiding the creature will be a hassle. And lastly –
Stella studied the stubborn creature as she rested a hand on her hip. A finger, tapping. “Alright, fine. You want to know why I don't want you going with me?” It tilted its muzzle, eyes turning intrigued. “I'm not exposing Mei to you. I promised to protect, and care for her. She already has enough heart ache as it is. I don't want her getting a heart attack from being face to face with something that has deadly claws and fangs.”
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Golden orbs widened, thrown off guard by the admission – or was it a threat – the dig of claws on the ground easing. After a long moment, Morax could not help but chuff – the only way he could show amusement in this form – with eyes closing in relief, and great sympathy.
To protect with resolution. To uphold that which one has agreed upon with conviction –
The siren is more like a geode then. Many layers still guard her crystalline core.
He blinked, considering.
Morax then shook his mane, dismissing her worries gently, before floating up back at her side. He made one of his whiskers drift up, waiting until the lady directed her perplex eyes on him, before tapping at the end of her nose, chuffing slowly. She let out an indignant, but charming squeak, dispelling from the morose aura she surrounded herself in. He stretched out, encircling her form with his, and nuzzled softly at her shoulder. He paused, giving her time to make up her mind, before curling up more when he felt curious fingers slowly pet at his scales.
There is only so much he could do with this form, a far cry from the freedom that speech has granted him in his other when negotiating or imparting knowledge. It is... different, but not an unwelcome experience. He could only hope she is lucid enough to understand his meaning: comprehension, compassion, and comfort. For not only does he want any innocent under his watch, directly or indirectly, to go unscathed, but also to sate the growing curiosity he has for such an interesting entity – is she of the divine? Is she only mortal, but not of this world?
Will she be a threat to his Liyue?
He may yet know. Maybe not for a long time. But until then, he will oversee, he will keep watch – just as he has done for more than the past three millenia.
Hm. How peculiar. The thought seems... heavier, somehow.
Ah. He could feel the weight of her stare, full of disbelief. He refrained from snorting, giving her more time to digest that he's not just all brawn, unyielding like the Ice Crystals in Dragonspine. He can be as soft as clay when the need arises.
Eventually, her shoulders sagged, wordlessly admiting defeat. He closed his eyes again, satisfied.
Never has his persuasions failed. He is not about to break his record now.
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Arriving at Granny Ruoxin's was easier than Stella thought, the sun barely peaking over Mt. Qingce. All was still and quiet, except for the bubbling waters and creaking wood from Ms. Bai's mill. She hurried, self consciously sneaking glances around her.
The moment they arrived at the steps, she turned and place her bag down, opening the flap.
“Inside,” she gestured with a pointed finger, raising a brow when the creature blinked back. “Since you seem unbothered of revealing yourself to people, I assume they're used to you here. But Mei isn't. I prefer controlling how you two would meet, even though its the Lilies I want to show her more.”
When the guardian narrowed its eyes, seeming to think it over, Stella closed her own, running a hand through her hair, channeling what remains of her composure.
Feeling movement and the soft brush of fur, Stella snapped her eyes open, seeing the guardian's tail curl up over the glowing blooms before settling, remaining still, like a large coil of braided rope around a wooden pole – except its a rock-like creature surrounding delicate little flowers. It's quite an enchanting sight.
Eyes softening, a small smile finally graced her tired face. “Thank you, Mr. Guardian.” She chuckled at the muffled, reply snort.
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“You're back! Bekfast is ready~ Look! Mei helped Chief-dàmā lots!”
Mission failed.
Stella smiled, blank face a front to the series of fluctuating emotions coursing through her body. She watched the energetic girl stop long enough to set the table, tongue sticking out in concentration, before hopping back over to Granny Ruoxin.
“Don't just stand there, young lady. Dust yourself off and eat your fill. Little Mei has been excited to let you try her, ah, version of the Noodles with Mountain Delicacies,” the village chief crooned, eyeing her bag speculatively, but otherwise said nothing else about her night run.
“Yes. I'll, ah, go do that,” she muttered, facing forward to hide her back better. Its either Mei thought I was out early morning, or she's more perceptive and more understanding than a little girl should be. Her shoulders sagged again. She's maturing too fast.
When the busybodies turned back to coo excitedly at the stove, Stella mutely trudged to the next room, arms hugging a few choice items she snatched from a basket on the way.
Shutting the door with a soft kick, she kneeled at a corner, arranging the apples and sunsettias in a neat pile before shouldering her pack down. Star dotted orbs welcomed her at the opened flap, before a long muzzle slipped out, sniffing curiously at her offering. She hummed, “It's not much, I know. Unfortunately, the meat can't go missing before breakfast.” Stella stood, wetting a clean cloth nearby to scrub at her dusty face. “You prefer that don't you? With those teeth, you're definitely a predator. Or are you one of those spirits that prefer something exotic? Like a dish with fins or tentacles or – ” The creature reared back, snout scrunching in offense. Stella stifled a giggle, surprised at the unusually strong reaction.
Looks like its not made of rocks after all.
She quickly moved behind a screen, both to hide her amusement and freshen up. “That's good to know then. We're a long ways away from the sea. Just thinking about going to the harbor and back here is already exhausting.” She waited until she heard the telltale crunch of fruit being consumed before taming her hair, and using another cloth to wipe at herself as best she could.
“Lala? Lalaaa! You're taking so long. Mei's food will go cold!” A loud bang and the rush of small feet, which skid to an abrupt halt, silence following right after. Stella knitted her brow, confused, before her eyes widened, struggling against her clothes, sweating again for an entirely different reason.
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In the many years Morax has existed, conquering all that oppose him, that threaten the safety of his chosen land, he fought foes that would otherwise destroy the very flesh and bones of beings made less than the divine. He subdued those that were as fierce and explosive as lava, that were dark and deceitful as magma, and those that were as cold and savage as the wild waters of the seas.
But the age of gods and monsters have passed, and a new age arose. A prosperous age. An eon of peace, much soughtafter. An era where the fragile could grow freely, in between the cracks of devastation and desolation. To spread their reach, and flourish. To learn. To improve. To create. To thrive and beautify, until those years of senseless destruction is but a distant memory, a myth, to be debated until the sands of time bury it completely.
A time now, where a tiny babe could boldly approach him, awe and amazement coloring her diminutive features, before gesticulating in proper, albeit clumsy courtesy. A whispered “Bìxià” solemnly left her lips. He rested on his haunches, blinking slowly, before nodding in acknowledgement. The child suddenly turned away, as if nothing had happened, inquisitively digging through the opened pack. She squealed, understanding immediately where the glowing is coming from.
Such splendid manners from a child so young. Sharp as a blade, but still so carefree. She is well cared.
Before long, the Miss... Lala was it? – or was this just a demonstration of the child's affection to the lady? – stumbled from behind the privacy divider, stuttering an explanation for his presence. She stopped at the child's happy sounds, eyes wide. Her shoulders relaxed as he continued to eat his humble meal, eyes closing to hide his amusement.
Ha! So even a fiery siren such as she can lose composure. Fascinating.
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A/N: I don’t know why I’ve agonized over this chapter. Mostly about how Zhongli should be addressed. Ah well~
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‘When you like a flower, you pluck it. But when you love a flower, you water it daily.’
Stella wiped at her brow, eyes tired but concentrated, unmindful of the sweat running down her back. Her thoughts wandered as she worked, hands stained brown and black from her efforts.
Waking up to a new world, with no idea where to go, and no one to turn to, she felt lost and insecure, more so compared to back home. But in this place, this peaceful, prosperous place, its hard to blend in, to keep attention away from her unusual clothes, or the texture of her hair, compared to the natural, earthy tones of silk, or the shine of sleeked locks.
It's both a wonder and an intimidating place to be.
What could be her purpose here? How could she live?
It's only with an old woman's kindness, and a child's compassionate heart, did she slowly build a life of her own here. A small life. A quiet life. Mostly learning how to work the garden, with curious, vivacious Mei, always by her side.
She knitted her brow, carefully bundling up the shining Glaze Lilies in neat, individual wrappings, with their soil still clinging to the roots.
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“Beautiful aren't they, dearie? But don't bother to buy any of these –“
“Hey!”
“Hush, Bolai. I just bought some Sunsettias last week.”
The boss of Wanyue Boutique sighed, whispering, “At least give me a few words of encouragement if you're not buying...”
Gran-gran turned back to her, smile full of humor, but with eyes patient and jaded. “Now, the key to a beautiful bloom, is love in every gesture. Freshly cut ones like these, can only live in the moment. But those you give warmth to every day, will last you a lifetime.”
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Stella stretched out, grabbing at her sturdy bag with a firm tug, which acts like a blackhole at the best of times, but a bottomless pit now in the moonless night.
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Staring at her present, Stella turned shocked eyes to the little girl holding the wide straps, an expectant shine in her wide eyes.
“Mei...isn't this... Why would you give it to me?”
Mei giggled, enjoying the rare opportunity to tease an adult.“Bàba told Mei he go to many maaany a-bentures!” she cheered, vibrating with restless energy. “Baggy is rele – relaya – rebabble. It has lots of pockets and you put food – and pretty rocks – and pretty flowers – and pictures and and, just lots he says!” Mei emphasized with a push to the bag, insistently onto startled hands, hopping back once the lady with hair that moved like waves took it hurriedly. “You go to commissies. To earn Mora for us, Gran-gran says, 'cause you feel bad. Don't feel bad no more, 'kay? Baggy is relayababble. Don't lose it, 'kay?” The little girl concluded with a beam, chest puffing proudly at being helpful.
Stella sighed quietly, and reached out to rub the little girl's head fondly in reply.
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Stella smiled, doing a quick inspection of her precious cargo before closing her pack with a pat, stretching up while grabbing her Black Tassel in the process. She grimaced, just noticing how long she's been crouching while digging up the Glaze Lilies. As she massaged her nape with a free hand, she absently glanced around.
She knitted her brow, taking another look at the still night air, and over the disturbed earth.
Absolute silence.
Not a squeak or plop from slimes; not a hum from pesky cicins; not even the wheeze and snore from sleeping hilichurls or treasure hoarders.
Calm, she reflected, relaxing her stance a bit as she shouldered her pack. It's so quiet. It feels... unnatural.
Stella's gaze drifted. In the quiet of the evening, the abundant croplands of different hues, packed carefully in an orderly fashion, offer a cozy, picturesque atmosphere. She could picture herself perfectly, sleeping under the gentle light of the stars, with the moon's teasing glow peaking through. But her eyes turned downcast, thoughts growing dark at the scene, growing uncomfortable. Restless.
It's not something she's used to, this serenity, this peace. It's not something she dare enjoy too long.
Not after the first glimpse of this world as she awoke was at missile point.
The more she stared at the shifted soil where the Lilies were, the more her shoulders started to droop, exhaustion and the temptation of sleep finally catching up to her. It's not until a cool breeze brushed against her matted hair did she huff quietly and took a pivoted step, departing the land with a forced sprint.
Gritting her teeth, Stella powered through, alternating between a fast walk and a run, with each landing from her jumps over terrain jarring her bones, and aching muscles. But despite the fatigue, the thought of someone awaiting her return spurred her on, making her tighten her hold on the heavy pack, brows knitting in worry.
At this stage of grief, its never good to leave someone alone, Stella mused, eyes turning soft, especially one so young.
For all she knew, Mei might have startled awake in the middle of the night, loneliness fueling imagined terrors. She might get alarmed at the sight of the empty space of their bed, wondering why she's alone –
Wondering if she was left behind.
...like I was.
「... we can still proceed, Stella.」
「No. Please... no more...」
「With you. Our ideal world, will come to fruition.」
「...the price to pay if we go through with this... is far too great.」
So distracted was she by the sudden flashes of buried memories, and the worries for her charge, the sudden smack of leaves and the impact to her side made Stella see stars.
Eventually she righted herself, raising her weapon high and ready. She swung blindly, expecting to graze, if not slice, in an effort to create space, as she shook her head to get rid of her lightheadedness. When she felt no resistance and the world ceased to move, she blinked before looking blankly at empty space. Frowning, she swiveled in all directions, swearing she did not imagine that attack.
Was that a ruin hunter? Are they different at night? I can't feel any wind!
Just as she turned to one direction – and mildly scolding herself for letting her guard down – another hit got her, right between the shoulders blades, almost jerking her to drop her bag.
Quickly grabbing the strap with a mighty heft, she took another forceful swing with her polearm, nerves strung high, as her invisible attacker kept striking at her back or side every time she faced where it last was.
Or where she thinks it was.
It's toying with me, she thought, frustrated, eyes straining against the darkness, feeling bruises forming under her clothes.
When a side strike forced her to stumble back into a rock face, she gritted her teeth, jaw clenched shut from the impact. She fought against the mixed sensation of alarm and annoyance clawing up her throat as she bent over her bag, arm wrapped protectively over the worn leather, while positioning her weapon in a strong guard.
I can't disappoint Mei!
Suddenly, her vision swam, her surroundings shuddering all around. Worry quickly invaded her senses, wondering if she's been poisoned, only to realize a second later that the ground literally moved and quaked before her, giving way to –
A patch of radish-looking leaves suddenly shot up in the air, almost at her eye level, lifted by a small, unusually glowing, rectangular column. Her eyes moved an inch lower, only to meet a familiar set of cream-colored eyes set in a shivering, red panic.
A... green slime?
The longer she stared at the fidgeting, pudgy being, who's pallor turned into a sickly green, the more her hand shook, gripping the Black Tassel in such a tight grip, she mused if she could possibly break it.
Lowering her head, Stella slowly, and calmly, leaned her pack against the rock face, before approaching the shaking ball of elemental energy with ominous steps. Her eyes sharpened at the sight of it trying to bounce away, but a shimmer from a golden shield seem to trap it in place, no matter how much force it put into smacking its body against it.
That did it.
Smack. Smack.
Smack!
With a surge of righteous fury, she served a decisive, and vicious, series of slices, until the slime melted back down into the soil, the glow from the small pillar still reflecting its grassy ashes.
She blew out a long, heavy breath, brow twitching. From her short time in this world, she understood what beings constitute as threats, and beings that could be, mildly, ignored.
Maybe if she had a torch on her, she'd feel better after burning the creature into cinders. And maybe the blow to her pride wouldn't be as great.
When her heart eventually slowed, and the remnants of the annoying slime completely disappeared, Stella turned slowly to the short pedestal, circling it warily. She noted the intricate carvings, ancient in design. She vaguely recalled seeing similar markings at the ruins she found herself in, as well as observed it on the wares on display at Mingxing Jewelry. Like the Radiant Stone of Gu... something. Or was it called the Glowing Stone? She'd have to consult the owner again.
When she hovered a free hand for an experimental touch, it simply passed through the gentle light, not seeming to want to hinder or push her away.
Maybe it's meant to cage monsters? Was it a trap for them? Did she trigger it somehow? Was she in another set of ru –
A low chuffing and sniffing sounded behind her, making her whip her head around, exasperated.
Now what?
Sensing no immediate threat – nor anymore of that green menace – she set a weary hand to her forehead, leaning on her Tassel. Am I finally losing it?
At her periphery, she saw her bag suddenly wiggle. She blinked, eyeing the moving bulk in the brown leather, an odd cloud-like fur poking out from its opened top.
The little twitch and wag of the little fuzz made Stella's thoughts go blank, mesmerized by the... rather cute sight.
…
...wait! The Lilies...!
Snapping out of it, Stella scrambled to her bag, grabbing at the, surprisingly, soft plush with a firm grip. She expected the creature to struggle – as all beings with tails would do at being unceremoniously caught this way – but it simply froze, letting the moment sink in.
Is it...guilty, maybe? Stella mused. Like a child caught stealing sweets?
Between the passing of a cloud, and a soft stream of moonlight, the...thing...puffed out a muffled snort, the only sign of its indignation.
Stella raised intrigued brows, curiosity overcoming her fatigue entirely. Mindful of the delicate blooms still inside the pack – the only worthwhile target for any creature – she pulled, keeping the blade of her Tassel at the ready, it case the creature would not be as benign as its tail would imply.
She was partially right.
She stretched up her arm, up and up and up, until she had to stand, surprised at how light and how long it was for a – is this a lizard?
Now revealed in its entirety, Stella noted its unique features: thick sharp points, the color of fresh honey, protruded from its back, glowing like a lantern in a dark alley. Its shining claws, as lethal as they looked, are curled inward, like a cat, unarmed, possibly intending to look harmless. And it's long horns look just as strong and beautiful as those amber stones smattered around the terraces, shaped in elegant waves that crown around its thick mane – reminding her of men installed as king in fairytales.
But what made her finally relax her guard around the strange lizard was the flat set to its golden eyes, whiskers twitching intermittently, at it sniffed, politely, at the air around her. Stella cut off the sudden urge to giggle, less she breaks the spell that let’s the creature be so... subdued around someone holding its tail. She was thoroughly entertained by the notion that it was being patient in its discontentment. Biting the inside of her cheek instead, she gently place it on the ground, being attentive to how its feet and body curled as it settled, while it flicked its tail once at her with a soft huff.
She smiled wryly at it before taking a peek in her bag, blowing out a relieved breathe at the untouched golden Lilies.
They actually seem... shinier? They're glowing more brightly, like –
“You protected them, didn't you?” Stella hummed, smiling more sincerely as she saw its mane puff up, shaking it with a pleased grunt. Before she spoke any further, it suddenly pivoted its serpentine body, and smoothly crawled away.
“Wait, I – ”
Stella's voice died down as the creature stopped at the base of the small column, craning its long neck back at her, expecting, before climbing effortlessly up. It then stood on hindlegs, upper body curled forward, claws resting on its belly, and waited, amber eyes imploring.
As Stella took the entire image in, its only then she noticed how the pedestal and the creature has the same colour scheme, as if –
“It's you? You're the one that summoned this?” It dawned on her. With another closer look, the creature looked similar to the statues she saw scattered in a few high grounds. “You're some type of guardian, aren't you?” she asked, in awe and curiosity.
It somehow looked very amused. It’s mouth remained unmoving, but its eyes danced in the moonlight. At what, Stella couldn't understand. Only when she put her Tassel away did it puff its mane again, acknowledging her assessment.
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She is indeed not of this world. Even those in the other nations would know of this form.
What now are your intentions, siren? Shall you be appraised?
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A/N: Finally had the time to post this~
I... I was kidding when I did the single wish.
And I got Keqing yesterday... on the 10x Standard wish.
Please let my dumb luck hold when the Zhongli banner comes back
