[ One hands lift up to carefully run a finger along the beveled wooden edge of the plaque. In it's current state, the possibilities were endless of what Ajax could ask. Of what they could ask. Ah, but that first brush stroke was always the most important. Once ink has been spilt, it can never return to that pristine blank slate again. So perhaps, yes, perhaps they should wait. ]
Yes. I do like that sound of that.
[ Ajax's lingering self doubt does not escape Zhongli. "If it isn't a bother." Zhongli was in fact quite the opposite of bothered, breathing in the air and seeing the sights with a new outlook as if this was his first time to the land of the electro Archon.
But some things cannot be forced with a rough hand or strict word. Some things bloom the most beautiful when nourished slowly and carefully - the end result much more permanent than the former method. Actions would prove Ajax wrong over time, and if anyone had the patience to match that of an young brash fox youkai then well, Zhongli was a prime candidate for succeeding. ]
Perhaps upon our victorious return to this shrine with the required artifact in our possession— yes, then we might be able to make a suitable larger wish together.
[ Zhongli smiles warmly in return, the simple act of looking forward to sharing an experience one (even one as small as this) quenching a thirst that he was not even aware of. Knowledgeable. Cordial. Polite — such flattery was oft used to describe the consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. But on those days where he order a single glass of wine as he listened to beautifully delivered poetry and took his usual seat near the back of the stage of one of Yun Jin's performances—
There had been something missing then. A tug, an itch, an unsettled feeling that would not leave him. Or rather had not.
no subject
[ One hands lift up to carefully run a finger along the beveled wooden edge of the plaque. In it's current state, the possibilities were endless of what Ajax could ask. Of what they could ask. Ah, but that first brush stroke was always the most important. Once ink has been spilt, it can never return to that pristine blank slate again. So perhaps, yes, perhaps they should wait. ]
Yes. I do like that sound of that.
[ Ajax's lingering self doubt does not escape Zhongli. "If it isn't a bother." Zhongli was in fact quite the opposite of bothered, breathing in the air and seeing the sights with a new outlook as if this was his first time to the land of the electro Archon.
But some things cannot be forced with a rough hand or strict word. Some things bloom the most beautiful when nourished slowly and carefully - the end result much more permanent than the former method. Actions would prove Ajax wrong over time, and if anyone had the patience to match that of an young brash fox youkai then well, Zhongli was a prime candidate for succeeding. ]
Perhaps upon our victorious return to this shrine with the required artifact in our possession— yes, then we might be able to make a suitable larger wish together.
[ Zhongli smiles warmly in return, the simple act of looking forward to sharing an experience one (even one as small as this) quenching a thirst that he was not even aware of. Knowledgeable. Cordial. Polite — such flattery was oft used to describe the consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. But on those days where he order a single glass of wine as he listened to beautifully delivered poetry and took his usual seat near the back of the stage of one of Yun Jin's performances—
There had been something missing then. A tug, an itch, an unsettled feeling that would not leave him. Or rather had not.
Not until he had come to Inazuma. ]
I would like that very much.