Her thumbs tap away at the screen of her phone, the young woman's gaze remaining totally fixed on the device before her. She was supposed to be meeting Aspis here-- a cute little park near some restaurants that had caught their interest, but it seemed that he was having trouble locating the spot. It was a little out of the way, a small clearing surrounded by trees with only a narrow, though well-manicured, cobblestone footpath leading out to the rest of the park. Perhaps she should head out in hopes of finding him...? But before she could finish that thought, a text came through from Zebi. It looked like some new concoction he was trying to mix up had gone...wrong.
She had to stifle a little smile at his recounting over the message, accompanied by a picture of his now...slimy(?) workspace.
It was in that moment of distraction, however, that something caught her ear, and the dragon's head whipped up to find a figure before her.
"...Hello, Xiǎolóng." Zhaohui smiled tightly, and Minglian took a half step back. Her brief look of confusion soon morphed into anger, and she snapped at him.
"What are you doing here?"
No response. Infuriatingly. After rightfully refusing to show his face for so long after what he did, attacking and harming Laoshi the way that he did, why show up now? And he still wasn't saying anything. Only looking down at her with a difficult to discern expression in his eyes. Like he didn't quite want to be there himself. So why...?
"You have nothing to say for yourself? That figures. I don't know if you think you're here to check on me or cause more trouble or what, but I have better things to do." Minglian turned without another word to walk away.
Except, the moment the young dragon's back was to Zhaohui, and she took a single step forward, sudden pain crashed through the back of her skull. Startled, Minglian let out a ragged gasp of pain before her body slumped towards the ground and was caught, unconscious, by Zhaohui's arm.
