Cai Renxiang laced her fingers together in front of her face, eyes focused somewhere beyond Ling Qi. The rays of light which shone weakly around her at rest brightened, rays of light cast into the corners of the room, chasing out shadows, outlining motes of dust that were swiftly erased by its purity. Somewhere, far away, a bell chimed softly and paper shuffled, a soft and soothing susurrus.
LIng Qi let out a breath and frost crackled across the warm surface of the tea in her cup,wispy lines of silver mist escaping the hems of her gown to crawl along the floor as her shadow stretched long under her lieges light, tall and inky black across the wall behind.
Liquid light gathered along the seams of Cai Renxiang's clothes and highlighted her dark hair. In the light her skin seemed almost metallic but her eyes were clear and human still.
Ling Qi was not so different. She saw herself from every angle as she saw Renxiang, as she saw the women in the kitchen, Zhengui in the garden, Biyu in her painting room and Mother in her study along with everyone else. She was a tall wraith with starry hair blown by the wind and eyes of silver blue ice, blazing from within the shadows of her face, and a slim crescent smile. Dull angry flames still flashed and crackled within her, eating away at the shadows even as they were smothered by them.
These were but shadows of who they were, the meanest visual expression of their domains.