But unpracticed and unskilled in comfort as Zhongli was, there were limited options on what he could do to for his friend, someone he was protective of (more than just in a godly way) and now his newly appointed employer. And the most effective tool he had at his disposal was talking. Zhongli had a passing talent for long rambling storytelling and perhaps that was just the distraction that the both of them needed. ]
As you know, the very first directors of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor dated back to the time of the Archon War. Due to the conflict of that era, the founders of the parlors straddled the line of healing and funeral rites. Long hours did they toil to save who they could and send with their blessing those they could not.
But it was also the age where gods died and their undying corpses festered across the land. The miasma soaked into the trees and the water and the land and those unfortunate souls who had yet to be buried. It was imperative that those spirits were sent to their final resting place and their bodies properly cared for.
[ Zhongli reaches out to point towards (but does not touch) the brim of the hat that Hu Tao still clutches in her small hands. ]
See here? It has always fit snugly on your grandfather's head, correct? In the past, the director would wear a hat of similar make but dressed with a veil to prevent them from inhaling too much of the miasma. However even with this precautions, it stubbornly clung to their persons so began the tradition of accepting the bodies only in the cover of night to limit exposure to the general public. It also began another tradition of adorning the hat with the preferred flowers of the director to counter the effects and rot of death and decay.
I believe it was the 4th Director who started this practice, a wise and older woman who lost her husband — the 3rd Director — to the tragedy of war. She affixed silkflowers in a half crescent wreath along the side both in veneration to Rex Lapis and because it was the favored scent of her late husband.
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But unpracticed and unskilled in comfort as Zhongli was, there were limited options on what he could do to for his friend, someone he was protective of (more than just in a godly way) and now his newly appointed employer. And the most effective tool he had at his disposal was talking. Zhongli had a passing talent for long rambling storytelling and perhaps that was just the distraction that the both of them needed. ]
As you know, the very first directors of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor dated back to the time of the Archon War. Due to the conflict of that era, the founders of the parlors straddled the line of healing and funeral rites. Long hours did they toil to save who they could and send with their blessing those they could not.
But it was also the age where gods died and their undying corpses festered across the land. The miasma soaked into the trees and the water and the land and those unfortunate souls who had yet to be buried. It was imperative that those spirits were sent to their final resting place and their bodies properly cared for.
[ Zhongli reaches out to point towards (but does not touch) the brim of the hat that Hu Tao still clutches in her small hands. ]
See here? It has always fit snugly on your grandfather's head, correct? In the past, the director would wear a hat of similar make but dressed with a veil to prevent them from inhaling too much of the miasma. However even with this precautions, it stubbornly clung to their persons so began the tradition of accepting the bodies only in the cover of night to limit exposure to the general public. It also began another tradition of adorning the hat with the preferred flowers of the director to counter the effects and rot of death and decay.
I believe it was the 4th Director who started this practice, a wise and older woman who lost her husband — the 3rd Director — to the tragedy of war. She affixed silkflowers in a half crescent wreath along the side both in veneration to Rex Lapis and because it was the favored scent of her late husband.