You do so much for all of us - if you ever need anything in return, you know, we are all more than happy to give it.
[ their watchers!!! we stan!!!! ]
...Though, I will confess - I have a slightly silly favor to ask of you. Could you produce a ribbon for me? It does not have to be white - in fact, I believe, white wouldn't help much, so I leave colors up to you.
[ although baraqiel does feign quite often that he's not interested in helping. stop doxxing him.
he tilts his head slightly with the request, and hums a soft noise before pinching forefinger and thumb together, drawing them out from his opposite palm and offering xie lian the end result. a neat, red, silk ribbon. ]
[ he smiles!! and then, calls - ] San Lang. [ as the ferret perks, and comes trotting over towards his person, clambering up xie lian's leg and standing up on his hind legs in his lap.
xie lian moves to tie the silk ribbon loosely around his neck, in a slightly messy bow, and, ruefully, explains: ] Truthfully... I keep losing San Lang in the snow. It's never been so far as to stretch a limit, but... I feel as though I turn around and he's gone....
[ sometimes
your soul is just all white.
as he's finishing, he reaches into his sleeve, and pulls out something else - a little white flower - and then tucks it into the knot of the bow. ]
can't help it. he snorts with the realization, bringing his hand up to mask it, just slightly, but there's no hiding it. his daemon comes over finally from where it was cooling off, jumping up onto the bench itself rather than climbing on the watcher. and it just sits, and watches, ears twitchy. ]
Ah, considering that your soul is white regardless of form... I can see how that would be troublesome. [ at least the qilin is large enough to mostly be visible? but some people never see the polar bear until it's on top of them, so. who knows.
something soft comes across his face, watching the flower get added to the bow, though. ]
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[ stop stop he's already dead.
weasel chitters back, so there's some noodle conversations happening over by the door right now. a return lik is given, too. ]
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[ their watchers!!! we stan!!!! ]
...Though, I will confess - I have a slightly silly favor to ask of you. Could you produce a ribbon for me? It does not have to be white - in fact, I believe, white wouldn't help much, so I leave colors up to you.
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[ although baraqiel does feign quite often that he's not interested in helping. stop doxxing him.
he tilts his head slightly with the request, and hums a soft noise before pinching forefinger and thumb together, drawing them out from his opposite palm and offering xie lian the end result. a neat, red, silk ribbon. ]
Of course. Here.
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[ he smiles!! and then, calls - ] San Lang. [ as the ferret perks, and comes trotting over towards his person, clambering up xie lian's leg and standing up on his hind legs in his lap.
xie lian moves to tie the silk ribbon loosely around his neck, in a slightly messy bow, and, ruefully, explains: ] Truthfully... I keep losing San Lang in the snow. It's never been so far as to stretch a limit, but... I feel as though I turn around and he's gone....
[ sometimes
your soul is just all white.
as he's finishing, he reaches into his sleeve, and pulls out something else - a little white flower - and then tucks it into the knot of the bow. ]
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[ he
can't help it. he snorts with the realization, bringing his hand up to mask it, just slightly, but there's no hiding it. his daemon comes over finally from where it was cooling off, jumping up onto the bench itself rather than climbing on the watcher. and it just sits, and watches, ears twitchy. ]
Ah, considering that your soul is white regardless of form... I can see how that would be troublesome. [ at least the qilin is large enough to mostly be visible? but some people never see the polar bear until it's on top of them, so. who knows.
something soft comes across his face, watching the flower get added to the bow, though. ]
I imagine this will make things much easier.