[He wasn't certain if he felt any better after his conversation with Huaisang but at least it grounded him enough that he was willing to crawl out from under the bush he was hiding under. The sun was just beginning to peek over the clouds. It was going to be dawn in an hour or two and he was going to have to face the day.
Really Guangyao how undignified. His mother would be appalled at him right now. So he did what he always did. He straightened up his muddy, and somewhat bloody under robes. His hands and knees were scraped from crawling around the hard ground like a lunatic.
When he got to the cold spring he shunted the fabric off his shoulders. He was going to have to wash it later. He began to pull what leaves and petals he could out of his messy hair and stepped inside the cold pool, shivering as the water touched his skin. He sat down into it, curling into a little ball. He really did feel like crying again. Maybe this was why Lans secluded themselves so that they could get rid of all the terrible nasty emotions they were feeling and come down the mountain, acting like the detached ethereal beings they seemed to be.
Who was going to see him here at this time of night anyway? He may as well have a good cry.]
[Action. Unclean realm, Lan cold spring, western area, Really late at night or early in the morning]
Really Guangyao how undignified. His mother would be appalled at him right now. So he did what he always did. He straightened up his muddy, and somewhat bloody under robes. His hands and knees were scraped from crawling around the hard ground like a lunatic.
When he got to the cold spring he shunted the fabric off his shoulders. He was going to have to wash it later. He began to pull what leaves and petals he could out of his messy hair and stepped inside the cold pool, shivering as the water touched his skin. He sat down into it, curling into a little ball. He really did feel like crying again. Maybe this was why Lans secluded themselves so that they could get rid of all the terrible nasty emotions they were feeling and come down the mountain, acting like the detached ethereal beings they seemed to be.
Who was going to see him here at this time of night anyway? He may as well have a good cry.]