[ lumine can't really say what she had with aether was a conversation. conversations are a two-way street; what they had was a one-sided scolding from her brother, asking her if she had gone insane. of course, any protests she made fell on deaf ears, aether unwilling to hear any of her reasons and instead sending her away.
i think you should take a break, lu. go on a holiday, get your wrist healed. i'll sort things out here.
sort things out, her ass. she has a feeling aether's going to do something stupid while she's not around—like ensure that the same thing she did with ajax: her safety. she wouldn't be surprised; they're two peas of the same pod, after all.
still, lumine doesn't try to aggravate her brother any further. in any case, there's much she wants to know, anyway: about that last vision, about her dreams, about everything that's just started to happen since she met aether's friend. a part of her still believes it's inflicted on her like some curse, but maybe—just maybe—it's something else.
she books a week-plus's stay at wangshuu inn, the establishment surprisingly still standing after a thousand years. she's heard stories about it, how it was built for an adeptus as a place of respite. so, if there's a place where she can start, it's there, right? even though she's pretty sure dihua marsh has already changed so much, the view she's seen in the illusion now different.
the innkeeper gives her one of the bigger rooms overlooking the marsh when she arrives, a quaint little teapot sitting at her bedside table. a gift, she says, which was puzzling. in any case, she spends the first couple of days of her trip walking around the area, looking for the bridge in her vision, retiring only in the evening to have dinner downstairs.
one thing she at least missed in liyue is the food, and the amount of it served for dinner: jade parcels and golden shrimp balls, golden crab and bamboo shoot soup. lumine's admittedly at a loss on how to eat all of those. ]
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i think you should take a break, lu. go on a holiday, get your wrist healed. i'll sort things out here.
sort things out, her ass. she has a feeling aether's going to do something stupid while she's not around—like ensure that the same thing she did with ajax: her safety. she wouldn't be surprised; they're two peas of the same pod, after all.
still, lumine doesn't try to aggravate her brother any further. in any case, there's much she wants to know, anyway: about that last vision, about her dreams, about everything that's just started to happen since she met aether's friend. a part of her still believes it's inflicted on her like some curse, but maybe—just maybe—it's something else.
she books a week-plus's stay at wangshuu inn, the establishment surprisingly still standing after a thousand years. she's heard stories about it, how it was built for an adeptus as a place of respite. so, if there's a place where she can start, it's there, right? even though she's pretty sure dihua marsh has already changed so much, the view she's seen in the illusion now different.
the innkeeper gives her one of the bigger rooms overlooking the marsh when she arrives, a quaint little teapot sitting at her bedside table. a gift, she says, which was puzzling. in any case, she spends the first couple of days of her trip walking around the area, looking for the bridge in her vision, retiring only in the evening to have dinner downstairs.
one thing she at least missed in liyue is the food, and the amount of it served for dinner: jade parcels and golden shrimp balls, golden crab and bamboo shoot soup. lumine's admittedly at a loss on how to eat all of those. ]