“ such humility. or perhaps immeasurable hope towards those we are sworn to look after.ᐣ
yet i would caution against deflection. you understand, surely. ”
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( such kind words. she'll have to accept them if she insists. )
i'll keep that in mind.
if it is not too much trouble, i'd like to treat you to a meal or drink, whichever you prefer.
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i'll be here for a while longer, so if you need more help; i'm more than likely to be available if i'm not stumped with work . ✨
it's a sight to see , regardless.
not many would be able to witness such a spectacle . ~
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❝A thought worth pondering, but I'd like to believe there are those who could take my place— hidden gems waiting to be unearthed.❞
she was not one to acknowledge that Mengzhou's might relied solely on her. was it simply being humble? or optimistic thinking?
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digit traces edge of cup, lips curve upward into the subtlest of smiles.
“ where would mengzhou be, i wonder, if you indeed could not.ᐣ a mystery worth pondering. ”
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A reclusive sword cultivator who holds a nominal post as Xuan Paragon of Xuanfang Hold. Aloof, distant, and seemingly untouched by feeling, she is peerless with both qin and sword.
To the world, she is the Sword Transcendent. For years beyond counting she has stood guard over these lands, and the cold light of her sword is as keen as the day she first drew it.
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finally, a sip is taken. silence, before finally allowing it to rest on the table once more.
“ nothing mengzhou's beloved paragorn could not handle, i'm certain. ”
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❝So I've heard.❞
live for as long as she has, one would hear eventually hear stories of their Sentinel's temperament or... anger, even if she wasn’t directly involved.
❝Then I'll take your acceptance in stride.❞
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“ if it were not up to my standards, i would let you know. ”
tea is raised, tilted, but not drank.
“ loudly, might i add. i am told i've quite the temper for this sort of things. ”
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A reclusive sword cultivator who holds a nominal post as Xuan Paragon of Xuanfang Hold. Aloof, distant, and seemingly untouched by feeling, she is peerless with both qin and sword.
To the world, she is the Sword Transcendent. For years beyond counting she has stood guard over these lands, and the cold light of her sword is as keen as the day she first drew it.
#WutheringWaves #Qingxiao
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