[ he doesn't seem to outright question this, and instead comes to join him. it's nice - that the two of them can simply be taair and zhongli, rather than any other names, whether he knows it or not. so he folds gracefully down, chin lifting to look up at the stars himself. ]
It is. With the blanket of unfamiliar stars, the fresh air, the serenity... one could almost forget, as it washes over you. [ but only almost. ]
[ he says with a bit of a wry smile, looking down at the seagull - it lifts its head briefly to regard zhongli and then decides this is acceptable, laying back down. ]
...I'd have to agree. [ you could almost forget. almost. ] Though perhaps that is merely the whirlwind of events that led to this point that makes it feel so far away. As if it occurred minutes ago, and hours ago.
[ rather than, you know. dismissing the seagull as just a set piece. he'll let the seagull enjoy its snooze. ]
The blink of an eye, yet such a distant, fleeting sensation. [ agreeing, lightly, as he continues to look upwards. ] Perhaps something of an eye of the storm - we have made it through to the center, now, where all is calm and quiet.
anyway. he listens to this - taair likes the way zhongli talks, as ancient and wise as you might expect from a god- and then nods. ]
That's an apt descriptor. [ the eye of the storm, huh. ] ...we still have yet to know what 'expulsion' truly means. Though... I have a guess, and it is not a pleasant one.
[ he... hesitates, a moment, but taair is no child. ]
I have my own suspicions, as well. Were it simply exile, I would have fewer concerns - but to say expulsion, it does not tell us what actions are being taken.
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[ he doesn't seem to outright question this, and instead comes to join him. it's nice - that the two of them can simply be taair and zhongli, rather than any other names, whether he knows it or not. so he folds gracefully down, chin lifting to look up at the stars himself. ]
It is. With the blanket of unfamiliar stars, the fresh air, the serenity... one could almost forget, as it washes over you. [ but only almost. ]
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[ he says with a bit of a wry smile, looking down at the seagull - it lifts its head briefly to regard zhongli and then decides this is acceptable, laying back down. ]
...I'd have to agree. [ you could almost forget. almost. ] Though perhaps that is merely the whirlwind of events that led to this point that makes it feel so far away. As if it occurred minutes ago, and hours ago.
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[ rather than, you know. dismissing the seagull as just a set piece. he'll let the seagull enjoy its snooze. ]
The blink of an eye, yet such a distant, fleeting sensation. [ agreeing, lightly, as he continues to look upwards. ] Perhaps something of an eye of the storm - we have made it through to the center, now, where all is calm and quiet.
[ but there's still the storm surrounding them. ]
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anyway. he listens to this - taair likes the way zhongli talks, as ancient and wise as you might expect from a god- and then nods. ]
That's an apt descriptor. [ the eye of the storm, huh. ] ...we still have yet to know what 'expulsion' truly means. Though... I have a guess, and it is not a pleasant one.
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I have my own suspicions, as well. Were it simply exile, I would have fewer concerns - but to say expulsion, it does not tell us what actions are being taken.