From Wuyin county she traveled south--first by horse, then by foot as she neared the unseen border that weaved between Cao Wei and Eastern Wu. Careful was she in her approach, and though armed, her weapons were not bared--certainly not as she neared a fair sized encampment. Her affiliate attire made her stand out like a sore thumb, and she was certain that despite the lonesome road she traveled, the deep hues of her indigo garments raised red flags in the ranks of defending soldiers monitoring the northern border.
--Though it was with an extended hand that her movements slowed, and with an exposed palm to express her neutrality, she proceeded with forward tentatively.
“I have no quarrel,” she offered, as if words alone were enough, “do what you will and take my weapons if you feel the need, but my purpose here is with your lord, not with you.” There was a rumble from the soldiers, as if insinuating that such an audience was impossible, or even laughable, though she was not dissuaded. Amongst the throngs of irrational, albeit fiercely loyal men, she spied a woman whose physical presence struck her more than any other present member of Wu.
“And what would you do?” Xialiao nodded in Renxiang’s direction before lifting her head proudly, “would you stand idly by and accept the words of others, or try and repair the damage that has been done?”
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