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[yinjiyang]

The Welcoming Waves of Home

"If you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay?" -- @dreams-of-fate​ -- Lian Song -- In Case You Didn’t Know Starters

       Perhaps it was to his benefit that he could masquerade as a somewhat sickly heir, that his absences during the day and aversion to certain activities could be explained by his 'mysterious affliction'...and yet he was quite good at his nightly activities, defending a neighboring territory from monsters--sometimes in the form of men, sometimes in the form of creatures.  But with a recent onslaught of invaders, it was somewhat surprising to find himself fighting alongside one of the Emperor's highest ranking generals.  A recognition had trickled along the back of his mind amid battle, a very strong presence of water--perhaps the general had felt it as well--and perhaps that had been the catalyst behind the nigh-immediate bond shared between them, or perhaps it was the mutual connection and camaraderie one felt when fighting together.        What had not been expected, however, was this battle to last the entire night, and Feng Maoyin could feel the dawn quickly approaching, the blue hour upon them as the last enemy fell.  Feng Maoyin did not speak much during their encounter, though it was clear he was listening in the wake of battle.  Deep blues of sky faded to gray and just a tinge of red and rose.          If you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay?        The offer had been unexpected and yet, in that moment, it had been a blessing.  As the sky gained more color, Feng Maoyin's flesh drained of his own, becoming all the more ashen as he wavered just a bit in an otherwise elegant stance, a slight sway reminiscent of the ebb and flow of tied to indicate an unsteadiness which he promptly concealed by straightening his posture once more and lifting his umbrella with a trembling hand.  "...would now be considered inappropriate...?" he asked upon a quivering whisper as he slowly sank to a crouch with a fluid motion, making himself as small as possible as he covered himself with the thick canopy to shield himself from the first rays of morning peeking over the horizon.  To anyone else, this may have been written off as someone exhausted and feeling faint after overexertion; but for someone who may have been a bit more in-tune with the exquisite over-abundance of Yin energy contained within the body of Feng Maoyin, the strong Yang energy of sunrise may have risen a much more prevalent concern.  Faint wisps of shadow wavered at the edges of the fabric, scarcely visible yet telling.