[ Dressed in the usual affluent style he has reclaimed since entering this realm post-jungle, Xichen awaits Zhou Zishu in a pile of whites and blues with only his headband and silver guan from home in tow. If there is a dragon (or two) among the embroidery on his robes, they breathe clouds and not fire.
When his guest arrives, he rises smoothly from the table where the tea is already arranged to be served and bows politely, a small but warm smile in place. ]
Thank you for coming, the honour of making your acquaintance is mine. Please, sit.
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When his guest arrives, he rises smoothly from the table where the tea is already arranged to be served and bows politely, a small but warm smile in place. ]
Thank you for coming, the honour of making your acquaintance is mine. Please, sit.