[X] Plan Communication
There were more pieces of advice, both from Xuan Shi and from loaned books. Avoid assuming their intentions and clarify your own, cut idioms out of your speech where you could, be observant and try to decipher body language as well as speech. In the end, it mostly boiled down to being mindful and observant. The same sort of skills she had been working to polish for interacting with other nobles.
The stakes were just higher, in this case. It really helped to shake off her lingering dislike for the subject.
Funny how Ling Qi liked diplomacy a lot more when its used to forge connections rather than maneuver for advantage.
And how much of regular diplomacy is building to obfuscate your motives and demonstrate superiority over the other party.
To that end, she continued to cultivate the Playful Muse's Rapport art, it's lessons on presentation would be helpful, and refining her speech couldn't hurt. Similarly, she had always intended to continue cultivating the Songseekers Ceremony art now that her cultivation had advanced, but now, she had even more reason.
Sitting on a high cliff, meditating upon her cultivation art, Ling Qi could not help but feel a tiny bit of dissatisfaction. She had not ventured out on her own in awhile. She wasn't… well, seeking songs. Her schedule was too rigid, the needs of Sect and duty, friends and family used what free time she had.
Of course, she had quite a trip planned, didn't she? Surely, she could find a song in that?
Ah, the woes of cultivating Moon.
You can't just settle into a a position. Got to stay in motion.
Though I imagine most of them settle into some kind of cycle rather than keep flying about randomly
"So you see, those are the relations between the common visible colors, and what they represent. There's more complicated stuff, once you jump off the normal visible spectrum and get into spiritual colors, but you should probably master the easy part first. Any questions?" Sixiang asked, clapping his hands to punctuate the sentence.
Hmm, how's the invisible spectrum work here? Particularly the near visible range UV/IR which many animals can detect normally.
Sixiang 'sat' on a fallen log, silhouette shimmering under the dappled sunlight. He was wearing a masculine shape, taking a few cues from Lin Hai, if she had her guess. Sixiang was getting better at projecting images and maintaining them. Proper manifestations were too tiring still though.
Ling Qi leaned back, resting her hands on the warm stone beneath her. She did kind of like this look for the muse. Slighter wider shoulders and a less effeminate face, a little more muscle on their chest, visible through the open robe of shimmering colors 'he' wore. Sixiang was clearly having fun anyway, going by the number of times the cut and shape of their clothing had changed since the start of the lesson.
...is Six experimenting with narrowing down Qi's specific strike zone or just playing?
Or both?
Unfortunately, she wasn't sure if that fun was being shared. Zhengui lay belly down on the grass beside her, shrunk to only a couple meters long. He was listening intently enough. Zhen had been bobbing his head in time with Sixiang's speech and Gui's gaze had only occasionally wandered to the pile of fresh fruit she had ordered delivered for their lunch. However, she got the distinct sense that his heart wasn't entirely in it.
His words confirmed it. "Is it really okay for Gui to distract Big Sis like this? Gui is not a baby who will get mad if Sister needs to do other things."
Ling Qi shared a look with Sixiang before looking back to Zhengui. "Zhengui, we planned this out ages ago, I don't have anything else I need to be doing right now." Well, observing Sixiang's speaking was technically part of cultivating Playful Muse's Rapport, but that was just being efficient.
"I Zhen, think that simple Gui is not speaking well," Zhen hissed. "Should Sister and I not be training? War is at the Sect."
Ling Qi was silent. Zhengui had done well, more than that really. He had done everything that she could have expected of him. She thought he was satisfied.
"Hm, do you really think being stronger would have helped much back there?" Sixiang said, resting his chin on his hands. "Realistically stronger I mean."
Zhen flicked his tongue irritably but didn't respond.
Growing up in a war can skew what you perceive as normal a great deal.
Everything fixates on and around the war, even to the detriment of your ability to contribute to it.
"I think focusing wholly on fighting is a mistake," Ling Qi said thoughtfully, having taken the chance to assemble her thoughts. "I was helping Mother with her cultivation earlier today. She's not going to be able to fight though. Does that make that a mistake Zhengui?"
Ling Qingge was never going to have the temperament for combat, Ling Qi thought. Not outside the utmost extreme of desperation. She didn't resent spending time with her in the garden, working through the simple physical exercises of her cultivation art though, even if Ling Qi had mastered the thing in a few days. Mother was advancing slowly, but she was advancing. Ling Qi thought she might reach gold physique by the end of the year.
We might be surprised yet. Qingge seems to me to be likely to have circumstantial strength - she'd fight only in rather specific circumstances.
Not that Ling Qi would consider said circumstances to be anything but the most dire of failings on her part. Or that resolve of the instant matter all that much in the face of lacking motivation to pursue practice and motivation isn't enough in a battle(oddly inverted at higher cultivation)
"Gui doesn't think so," her little brother said after a moment. "Is playing around really okay?"
"Don't think of it as playing around, think of it as taking care of yourself," Sixiang said. "If all you do is fight, then what are you going to do when the enemies are gone? There has to be more to you than violence."
"I agree," Ling Qi said quietly, twisting a strand of her hair between her fingers. She didn't think she would much care to live that way. Her memory wandered back to the court, and the woman she had seen at the foot of Shenhua's throne, with eyes as sharp as a blades. That she thought was what someone who had nothing but violence looked like. She didn't think she wanted to ever see that in the mirror.
A sharper, more object lesson than Jiao's warning I think. If you make of yourself a sword, then you can only be wielded.
"So c'mon Zhengui, any questions about what Sixiang actually said?" she asked, leaning over to pat him on the shell.
"Um, Gui does not see all of the colors, but Zhen does, so it should be fine," he responded leaning into her touch.
"Hmph, I Zhen have understood the lesson," he said haughtily.
Zhengui's sensory modes remain a point of curiosity. Gui seems to be particularly good at sensing spiritual composition, while his conventional vision is notably poor, while Zhen seems to have excellent binocular, color vision(which doesn't seem to map to normal snakes, so might be his Fire element being more sensitive to colors?)
Ling Qi saw the slight hopeful tilt of his head though.
Ling Qi flicked him a beast core. He snapped it out of the air with a happy hiss.
"Well, in that case, we should probably move on," Sixiang chuckled as Gui gave Ling Qi a pleading look. She flicked him a core too.
:3
"So next thing we need to talk about is theme."
"Theme?" Zhen asked. "Like Sister's songs?"
Sixiang nodded. "Right, song or painting or poem, you gotta think about what your trying to say with your project. It's fine to be spontaneous in execution, great even, but you have to have a vision, a goal in mind, or your just gonna end up with a mess."
"Ah, Gui was just trying to make something pretty before, but that isn't right," Gui muttered.
"You have to be a little more specific than that," Ling Qi said wryly.
Well, I suppose you could imitate beauty without much of a theme, but it'd be derivative and we got a literal art spirit and cultivator here.
"Hm, Zhengui what do you think?" Ling Qi asked. "What do you want people who see our garden to feel?"
Surprisingly, it was Zhen who answered her question.
"It should be a bright place, where bad things burn away. No one appreciates pretty things when they are afraid," Zhen said.
"I think we both know some people who would disagree," Sixiang said, amused, leaning back on her rock.
"Gui thinks Zhen isn't wrong though. Zhen and Gui are not them," Gui replied. "Even if a garden isn't safe, it should be bright."
Meizhen: "Hmph!"
Home is a sanctuary. A warm hearth.
Ling Qi let out a thoughtful hum. She wasn't typically one for brightness, but… moonlight reflecting off ice, the first rays of dawn on a late winter morning, these things were not wholly outside of her repertoire.
"Hmph, the work of I, Zhen should inspire awe, not fear" his other half hissed.
"Zhen just likes flashy things," Gui grumbled. "Even if people are a little afraid, they still respect Gui."
And then Gui pops the philosophy, Zhen just likes sparkles
Ling Qi frowned, cocking her head to the side as they bickered. What were they talking about? She recalled then a little statuette in the garden shrine, and offerings made at a village in the mountains. "Zhengui, have you still been receiving offerings?"
"Only a little," said Gui.
"I, Zhen, feel their words sometimes," Zhen agreed. "It tickles."
Ling Qi just nodded, keeping an even expression. She glanced at Sixiang, who shrugged. It looked like there was another subject she needed to research.
Huh, we should have expected this. Theres lots of shrines and rituals to worship spirits in order to placate them, it seems like it'd make sense that spirits get something out of worship beyond the ego stroking?
Especially when many of those spirits aren't even there to witness the rite, but do get mad if the rite is not upheld.
"Well, leaving that aside. How do you feel about something themed on spring?" Ling Qi asked. "You know, that early time when things are still a little wild, the rains are on, and the sun is out, but there's still frost on the ground and chill in the air."
You know, this brings to mind just how young Zhengui is, he's not really experienced the full spread of seasons had he? He only got properly aware in Yellow, and so might have some AWARENESS of Spring, but not experience?
Zhen flicked his tongue thoughtfully, leaving streamers of steam in the moist fall air.
"Not fall, and fading?" Gui asked. "The leaves could be pretty…"
"I don't think fading fits you little brother," Ling Qi said. The more she thought on it, the more she liked the idea. She didn't want to be the winter that smothered warmth and growth in this project. She wanted to encourage him, and so it made much more sense for her to play winter's other role.
Oh yeah, not fading indeed.
The Winter that clears and rests the land for new growth.
"I, Zhen approve," Zhen murmured. "The garden should be like the sun's rays burning on the frosty ground."
Considering what happened later, this amuses me.
With everything in place, Ling Qi took to composing her song, a melody of early spring, of rainstorms and warmth and blooming life. Together with Sixiang, she spun her mist into a canvas, reflecting the dream of what they hoped to achieve. A garden of blooming flowers and trees, touched by frost. Mist would hang in the air, and gentle rain would fall, refracting light into a prism of colors.
Funny thought is that Renxiang passing through might either bleach it or add extra sfx.
There was something simply nice about working alongside Zhengui on this. Digging into the earth with a trowel, working together with Zhengui to stimulate the growth of the plants, working together on the other aspects of the project. They all combined to put stress and grief and worry out of her head, if only for a few hours each day. And in those few hours, she spoke to Zhengui more than she ever had before.
It wasn't about anything serious, there were no great revelations, they just talked and worked, and it felt good. She couldn't help but feel a touch of the excitement Zhengui felt, when they finally broke ground and started to put their plans into practice.
Progress!
Not the kind of dramatic great progress that some might be hoping for, but the more mundane one - simply put aside other concerns and just
talk frankly and casually.
Whereas there had been a long stretch where Ling Qi and Zhengui mainly communicated as part of training, combat or wandering off to do their own thing.
They needed this, seeing as both seem to have let superhuman insight take the place of of actually communicating, and thus they have strong understandings of each other in a series of snapshots, but not a strong picture.
Days later Ling Qi plucked crumbling grains of baked mud from her hair, and looked upon what they had wrought.
The whole hill was not on fire at least. The mudslide had extinguished most of it.
That was...a nice trick?
Just how did that happen?
"I told dumb Zhen that he was making too much rain!" Gui groaned, stomping his feet.
Between her and Zhen, making localized weather phenomena wasn't really hard. Not a combat useful trick, but Ling Qi filed it away anyway.
A source of heat, a source of cold and water and you do have a water cycle.
"And I, Zhen, told foolish Gui that the Dawn Azalea's and Rimegrass did not have deep enough roots!" Zhen blustered.
"They would not have needed deeper roots if Zhen's floaty fires had not made Sister's clouds spit lightning!" Gui shouted, craning his neck to glare up at his other half.
"It was my mistake for drawing in too much of the surrounding moisture," Ling Qi commented idly. There was a puff of air as her gown rippled, expelling mud, dry and otherwise.
Insufficiently anchored mudslides. Probably want a tree or a shrub to anchor hillsides but its funny that they all just didn't realize rainclouds accumulate static electricity.
And Ling Qi dessicated the area so its ready to burn.
"Eh?! No, Gui should have figured out that the dirt was too thin and crumbly," Gui backpedaled
"I, Zhen should have adjusted to match Big Sister," Zhen concurred.
Ling Qi huffed. "Quit that, we all made mistakes, there's no need to try and absolve me of blame too."
And that's one angle that they do need work on - Ling Qi doesn't need to be warded from every bit of blame. Affection doesn't equate to immunity.
"For what it's worth, I've seen worse first drafts," Sixiang said, their face appearing in the flickering flames. "I think you guys were on to something interesting there!"
I'm now morbidly curious what the "worse" looked like.
"But it still ended in a mess again," Gui said glumly.
"I had fun though," Ling Qi said absently. She actually had, to her surprise. Composing Songs for Cai Renxiang's parties had always felt kind of perfunctory. Composing her own songs was more enjoyable but ultimately just idle fancy. This was more like cultivating. They had a concrete goal to work for, things they could improve. Visible progress to be made.
Yes, Ling Qi thought, she really had enjoyed this.
She likes making numbers go bigger. Progress bars.
"It was kind of fun," Gui mumbled, scraping his foot against the ground. "I liked planting flowers for Sister to sing too."
"Making rainy clouds with Sister is challenging. A task worthy of I, Zhen," the serpent huffed.
Ling Qi hummed in agreement. She spent so much time on combat cultivation, it had been fun to play with effects like this. It had even been fun, in its way, to get her hands a little dirty with a trowel, and try to get things just right. She understood why even an Elder like Ying could enjoy a hobby like this.
"I'm glad we did this," Ling Qi said with a nod. She had, for a long time kind of just accepted that she and Zhengui were just not going to match. However, rather than stressing over those things, maybe she should have been seeking ways that they could interact all along. "I think I'll be looking forward to next time."
Overfocused on the incompatibilities such that the ways they could make being different work out does lie as one of the big aggravating factors in their relationship. Its not a root cause or anything, but a lot of the earlier struggles were just how one of them could better change to fit the other, while still being true to themselves.
"When will that be though?" Gui asked quietly.
Ling Qi grimaced, they were going on a journey soon enough, and it was hard to imagine they would have time.
"I might have a partial solution. Help you two keep the momentum going anyway," Sixiang whispered in her head. "Give me a bit to work the kinks out."
Sixiang has a Solution.
...push the garden halfway into Six's Liminal space so they can work on it even while away?
"We'll have to see what we can do. We'll definitely make a try when we can get back to the Sect though, Alright?" Ling Qi said.
"Okay!" they echoed each other.
Ling Qi nodded in satisfaction, and then clapped her hands. "Now! Lets get this mess cleaned up."
He was a little less enthusiastic about that.
:3
In the evenings, she had gone off to check in with Hanyi. It was hard to talk to her, because Hanyi didn't want to talk. She was being willful again, and refusing to engage with Ling Qi when she tried to broach the subject of her battle performance. Ling Qi thought she was angry about being taken out of the fight so easily, but the girl refused to talk. Instead focusing an almost manic energy on preparing for her performance. Sixiang thought she needed space to work out frustrations, and so Ling Qi had backed off for a time. The last thing Hanyi needed was smothering. So she had elected to finish some other tasks.
Hmm...think Ling Qi is hitting the wrong beat there about why Hanyi is distressed.
Its probably not defeat in battle, she's largely accepted she's the most fragile member of the team.
Across from her sat Bian Ya and Ruan Shen, who were being incredibly inappropriate.
Ling Qi averted her eyes as the older girl sighed in content, letting her head rest on Ruan Shen's shoulder, mussing her carefully braided hair. Their hands were intertwined atop the arm of the archive chair. Ling Qi coughed awkwardly into her hand. "...Congratulations on your betrothal."
Ruan Shen smiled wryly at her, a teasing twinkle in his eye. "It just seemed like the time to stop dragging my feet."
"Honestly, it took you long enough," Bian Ya sniffed. "I had cleared this courtship with my parents ages ago."
"Sorry, sorry," Ruan Shen chuckled. "I'll be more diligent from now on."
"I will hold you too that," Bian Ya said, not bothering to lift her head or open her eyes. Was she really fine being like this in public?
"You're such an old lady Ling Qi," Sixiang huffed.
Ling Qi's eyebrows twitched. How was it that the gutter-girl had a stronger sense of propriety than the nobles?
Mostly because the nobles have their boundaries well established and fortified. Nothing they don't want done would be done And the gutter-girl had no protection for her boundaries.
Thus they feel comfortable about going right up to the fence and having a chat, while she overcompensates by ensuring its as far away as possible and hoping that its far enough.