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un: yiling patriarch (yes, that's right.)

[downswing]

Mistress Wen.

Spare riding ointment.

un: wen qing (she's real original)

[silverneedles]

Wei Wuxian?

un: dappled pearl of the parted seas [voice]

[beitangmoran]

[A little after this, because he promised.]

My Lady Wen, I know your time is precious, but should you be able to grant me some of it, I may be in need of your services.

voice

[silverneedles]

I can assist, depending on the nature of the services requested.

un: absterge | sprawls magnificently in this inbox

[downswing]

( Day three of the Great Confection Incident That Need Not Be Named. Perhaps in sterling-bruised form — audio, for the sake of his voice, anaemic. )


I beg the moment.

[silverneedles]

You have a moment.

un: xianxian of yunmeng jiang

[weifinder]

Wen Qing, I have the feathers, Lan Zhan and I—we have feathers, but we're not medical, I don't know the ways of decocting them helpfully for the poison. I can only think of you—can you?

[silverneedles]

Of course, Wei Wuxian. I've never worked with these before but some study and we can figure it out.

You were not poisoned. How fares Hanguang-jun?

un: moonage daydream (text)

[lancifolium]

Hello my friend, it's my turn to ask you for your insight.

[silverneedles]

I am always happy to lend insight.

un: civil serpent (voice)

[inferus]

( Wrath is still growing accustomed to how these stones work. Nothing at all exists like them in his world - either the mortal world or Hell itself. )

Wen Qing?

I was hoping I might speak to you. I have recently spoken to Lazy Vannozza about her affliction, and she pointed me in your direction.

un: qishan (voice)

[silverneedles]

[ His isn't a voice she's familiar with but the mention of Lady Vannozza relaxes her somewhat. ]

I am her personal physician for the time. Do you have insight into her affliction?

un: absterge | during the huntress nonsense

[downswing]

Mistress. ( And why does his breath come so coarse, then reedy, then laboured? ) The dead and risen walk in the wake of —

( Yet, how to ask without impertinence? Blood of his son's blood, her ashes scattered. )

You follow the rider?

[silverneedles]

[ A muffled sigh and a hastily bitten off comment, indistinct, then: ] Help is necessary to drive her away.

un: live in the moment

[flirtatiousdancer]

Lady Wen Qing,

I am Wen Kexing. I have been instructed by multiple people to speak with you about healing my husband.

The meridians in his chest and abdomen are breaking. As a doctor, I presume you can imagine how little time there is to save him.

As we have only just arrived I cannot offer immediate payment, but if you accept my word that any payment you require will be made, I would be in your debt if you can save his life.

un: qishan

[silverneedles]

Why are his meridians breaking? That will inform what I can do.

action | at the lighthouse

[weifinder]

He finds her, because truly in the spaces provided for these weeks, it's difficult for anyone to be fully unfound without taking strident efforts toward creating their own isolation and avoidance. Which is to say, he's lugged around a teapot and cups and a container of hot water, finding Wen Qing and lifting the whole of his busy hands when he greets her.

"Wen Qing! Can I entice you with tea and company?" A pause, and he adds, a touch hurried, "I'm not injured! It's the truth!"

If he's not careful with the hot water, he will scald, but that at present is still not the case.

[silverneedles]

The hasty reassurance that he's not injured has Wen Qing looking at Wei Wuxian dubiously, quickly glancing over him. There are no visible injuries that she can see, so she relaxes, and reaches out to grab the teapot from him before he can drop anything and shatter the teapot.

"What's the occasion?" she asks, as she looks around for somewhere quiet to sit, possibly away from anyone, although privacy is hard found in this space.

un: man's greatest treasure

[reparo]

[following this.]

Hypothetically if one wanted to break into Yonsan's home and liberate the skulls to give them proper burial and respect, would you agree that it is an appropriate response to a very twisted situation?

[silverneedles]

That is the correct response. They deserve to be properly laid to rest.

un: absterge | amidst the volcano madness

[downswing]

( Hoarse, disrupted by ash and croaked wheezing beside him — )

Men burn here. ( And bitter, thereafter: ) Or incinerate themselves. Stray from the abyss.

( By way of greeting. )

un: qishan (voice)

[silverneedles]

Hangunag-jun? [ She doesn't recognize his voice, at first, but the name is correct. ] Is help needed?

un: absterge | after the sanctuary skirmish...

[downswing]

Mistress. They fault a long sickness sundered the citadel, years passed.

un: qishan

[silverneedles]

Another place, another sickness. What are the symptoms?

un: absterge | mid... desert...

[downswing]

Humbly, I must beg my son's reprieve.

The heat.

[silverneedles]

You wilting Lan's and your intolerances. No spice, no heat, no passion.

action;

[traaaaaash]

[ Eda, in Alem, is mostly busy relieving the richer residents of some coin and merchants of food and medicine so she can help take care of the sick; and when she isn't doing that, she's exploring the grounds and getting the lay of the land, drawing elaborate maps, as usual.

She's about to return to the towers for her defense shift when she sees Wen Qing coming toward her, looking worse for the wear, her eyes reddened as if she'd been crying. ]

Geez. What happened to you?

[silverneedles]

[ Only a small handful of people have seen her cry, and Wen Qing had hoped the late night would be enough to keep everyone away, so she could go wash her face and return to work.

Of course, it did not work that way. ]

Nothing. [ Despite that, she does reach up and wipe her cheeks again. ]

the dream train, post alem | day they pick up the newbies and the bride

[weifinder]

Wen Qing, I've been blessed with one of the large cabins, did you want to share? It's me and the rabbits in here, and they're absolute menaces. Worst cabinmates. I'd put them to kneeling, but they tend to nap as soon as you set them back on the floor. Terrible.

[silverneedles]

You have trained them poorly if they're given just to napping. Or perhaps they're in need of toys.
Are you sure you do not mind sharing?

un: absterge

[downswing]

( After encountering Wen Ning by the piers — )

...Wen Qionglin.

[silverneedles]

You have seen him too?

un: average sighren, audio

[lanclan]

Lady Wen, apologies for my abruptness. Do you have anything to ease burns and smoke inhalation?

un: qishan | audio

[silverneedles]

Why are such treatments necessary, Zewu-jun?

audio | while we're in the house of manouk

[weifinder]

Wen Qiiiing, save meeee!

( If it sounds more like he's whispering this whining plead than he is speaking it out loud, he absolutely is.

Just like she can hear him immediately start playing Chenqing again, as it's the only thing keeping an overeager skeleton hound from leaping at him, full of its misplaced adoration. )

[silverneedles]

Wei Wuxian? What are you doing?

[ She defaults to a whisper as well, thoroughly puzzled, especially when Chenqing starts playing. ]

Where are you?

un: life’s a drip (August 12th)

[fiercechains]

A-Jie, we are in a weird place and unfortunately there are no longevity noodles. Though, today should be about you and what you want, that I can do, at the moment.

[silverneedles]

What are you talking about, a-Ning?

during the blissful days of unkharil

[downswing]

( Dropped off with a short note in Hanguang-Jun's finest calligraphy and possibly his coarsest cinnabar: a handsome sketch of inks. )


Zewu-Jun has honoured us with a depiction of Sizhui, in youth.


( Older than Wen Qing herself may have experienced him, yet little known to Lan Wangji, imprisoned in confinement. )

[silverneedles]

[ A day later, she leaves him a note, written in Wen Qing's precise calligraphy, left in the middle of the night. ]

You have my thanks. It is a kindness to know his childhood is remembered.

un: yiling laozu

[weifinder]

Qing-jie? Do you have a moment to talk?