The one he waits for is lucky that he is so practiced in waiting. As a boy, he'd waited for the time that he could spend with his mother in her silent, airy prison. As a teenager, he'd waited for Cloud Recesses to grow quite again every time visitors broke its peace. As a man, he'd waited for the chance, the pure miracle, that Wei Ying might return to the world. He wasn't foolish enough, at the time, to consider that he might come back to Lan Zhan. Wei Ying was too much like smoke, impossible to tame or catch though perhaps summoned with enough fire.
As always, that fickle nature keeps Lan Zhan waiting. He stands, a picture of patience, his back straighter than the trees around him and a loose fist resting on the small of his back. Bichen is his only companion through the heat of mid-day, icy in his hand where its familiar patterns press into the skin of his palm. He doesn't sway from his position, even when the shepherds stumble upon him and scurry away faster than their herd. To sit would mean dirtying his fine white robes, accumulate dust, and cause more annoyance for himself than it would to remain standing for a few hours.
The sunset is breath-taking, and though his eyes rest on the horizon, his attention is stolen by Wei Ying as soon as he is within range of Lan Zhan's senses. He says nothing, uncertain where to begin. No greeting. No scolding. Silence between them that is neither comfortable nor strained, as if they are familiar with the occurrence but both know that tonight is different from all others.
Wei Ying knew, because Wei Ying always finds ways of gleaning knowledge from even the most reluctant passerby. Lan Zhan is confident that he would have learned of his early arrival from the wind itself if Wei Ying put his mind to the task. But he does not mind waiting, and it has given him time to meditate one what, exactly, may transpire now that they are reunited.
Even the extra hours of meditation had not presented any answers to him. ]
One strayed from the road to eat wildflowers. [ He turns, slow and calculated, to glance at Wei Ying out of the corner of his eye. ] It seemed pleased to make the flock wait.
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The one he waits for is lucky that he is so practiced in waiting. As a boy, he'd waited for the time that he could spend with his mother in her silent, airy prison. As a teenager, he'd waited for Cloud Recesses to grow quite again every time visitors broke its peace. As a man, he'd waited for the chance, the pure miracle, that Wei Ying might return to the world. He wasn't foolish enough, at the time, to consider that he might come back to Lan Zhan. Wei Ying was too much like smoke, impossible to tame or catch though perhaps summoned with enough fire.
As always, that fickle nature keeps Lan Zhan waiting. He stands, a picture of patience, his back straighter than the trees around him and a loose fist resting on the small of his back. Bichen is his only companion through the heat of mid-day, icy in his hand where its familiar patterns press into the skin of his palm. He doesn't sway from his position, even when the shepherds stumble upon him and scurry away faster than their herd. To sit would mean dirtying his fine white robes, accumulate dust, and cause more annoyance for himself than it would to remain standing for a few hours.
The sunset is breath-taking, and though his eyes rest on the horizon, his attention is stolen by Wei Ying as soon as he is within range of Lan Zhan's senses. He says nothing, uncertain where to begin. No greeting. No scolding. Silence between them that is neither comfortable nor strained, as if they are familiar with the occurrence but both know that tonight is different from all others.
Wei Ying knew, because Wei Ying always finds ways of gleaning knowledge from even the most reluctant passerby. Lan Zhan is confident that he would have learned of his early arrival from the wind itself if Wei Ying put his mind to the task. But he does not mind waiting, and it has given him time to meditate one what, exactly, may transpire now that they are reunited.
Even the extra hours of meditation had not presented any answers to him. ]
One strayed from the road to eat wildflowers. [ He turns, slow and calculated, to glance at Wei Ying out of the corner of his eye. ] It seemed pleased to make the flock wait.