"What?" Ling Qi asked. They stood among the crumbling stones.
"Hmph, have you grown moss over your ears while cultivating?" Xiulan asked with a scoff. The other girl rested her hand on her hip, and tapped her foot against the dry brown grass. "I said that I am going home."
Ling Qi stared at her friends haughty expression. She hardly even needed her recent training to see the lie in it. Distress welled in her thoughts, and lessons and speech exercises fled from her thoughts. "Why though? Your ranking has been rising quickly, and so has your cultivation. You fought really well at the village too. Why would your family…"
"It is because I have been doing so well," Xiulan smirked, but there was a bitter edge to it. "There is a war brewing Ling Qi, in case it has already slipped your mind. The Gu family cannot risk both myself and Yanmei."
Ling Qi fell silent, staring at her friend. She fought down the urge to clench her fist, and the urge to make denials. She wanted to make plans to find a way to convince her friend's family to change their minds but…
"You can see that you wouldn't be able to convince even her, huh," Sixiang murmured sadly. "She's sad, but proud too."
Ling Qi closed her eyes for a moment, she didn't need to respond to acknowledge Sixiang's words. "...What does this mean for you then? You say they can't spare the both of you but, don't you have many older sisters?"
"And none of them save Yanmei have shown my talent. Father believes that my growth can best be guided from home," she replied, tossing her hair. She gave Ling Qi an irritable look. "Hmph, where are my congratulations you rude girl? I know your standards are skewed thanks to that liege of yours, but it is quite an achievement to receive this kind of acknowledgement at my age you know."
"I'm sorry Xiulan," Ling Qi said shaking her head slowly. "I just…" For a moment, she restrained herself. Propriety and her own nerves held her back. It didn't last, she had learned that too much restraint could be harmful. She stepped forward, and before her friend could do more than widen her eyes in startlement, Ling Qi had wrapped her arms around Xiulan. "I don't want to see you go."
Xiulan squirmed uncomfortably in her grip, not quite pushing her away, but stiff and surprised nonetheless. The difference in their height probably didn't help. "I… you… What in the world are you doing you uncouth barbarian," her voice was muffled by Ling Qi's gown.
"Sorry Xiulan," Ling Qi chuckled, feeling moisture forming in the corner of her eyes. "You'll just have to bear with it and give me a second."
"...It's not as if I want to leave you behind either, you foolish girl," Xiulan grumbled at last. Though she did not return Ling Qi's hug, she did manage to awkwardly pat Ling Qi on the back. "Now release me already, what in the world has gotten into you?"
"It's my fault I think," Sixiang said as Ling Qi released her, their voice carrying on the wind. "Sorry about that."
Xiulan glanced around sharply as she smoothed the wrinkles in her gown before relaxing. "...Your other spirit, the moon one. I forgot about them."
"What can I say, I'm a lil' shy," Sixiang murmured. "Sorry to interrupt."
Ling Qi glanced away, her cheeks darkening a bit. She folded her arms across her chest, a little embarrassed by her impulsiveness now that it was over. She would have to meditate a little more it seemed. "...Sorry Xiulan."
Xiulan glanced away, blinking rapidly. "Apology accepted. Honestly, doing something like that outside."
Ling Qi smiled wanly in apology and didn't comment on the wetness she spied in the other girls eyes before it curled away into steam. She frowned then. "Wait, what does that mean for your betrothal, I thought you were supposed to marry into the Fan family."
Xiulan smirked. "That is certainly a side benefit of being in line for the heirship."
"Does that mean Fan Yu is going to marry into the Gu then?" Ling Qi asked. Noble marriage practices still felt odd to her. It was strange to talk about a man marrying into a woman's family.
Xiulan gaped at her and then shook her head rapidly, the ornaments in her hair jingling. "No of course not. The Fan would never agree to such a thing. Honestly Ling Qi."
Right, the Fan were a count clan, and even if Fan Yu wasn't anywhere near the heir position, he was still part of the main family, Ling Qi was pretty sure. That had been a silly question. "Congratulations then," she said, giving her friend an honest smile. The thought of her leaving still hurt but knowing that one of the things that had been burdening her most was gone helped, at least a little.
"Indeed," Xiulan preened.
"When will you be leaving?" Ling Qi asked tentatively, she hoped there would still be some time.
"The first of the month," Xiulan replied, her cheer fading a little as she glanced away. "Father already has my carriage and guards on the way."
"I wouldn't think you would need them," Ling Qi teased half heartedly. She should have expected that.
"It's not as if a Lady can be expected to handle every little beast on the road herself," Xiulan replied haughtily. "Would you have people imagine the Gu to be so poor?"
"Of course not," Ling Qi said, lowering her eyes. "Xiulan…"
"In any case, I must soon get back to my sister. I sought you out today to extend an invitation. Can I ask if you will you see me off? It has been some time since we have had one of our little ladies nights,," Xiulan asked, a touch stiffly, speaking over her.
Ling Qi looked at her friends face, studying the emotions she saw there. "...Of course, I will make time. Just make sure there are plenty of sweets."
Xiulan huffed, but looked pleased. "Really, still a ruffian at heart. I remember you scraping the bowl with your fingers the first time."
"Don't pretend you don't have a sweet tooth," Ling Qi chuckled. "...Just tell me the day, Xiulan. I'll be there."
"The last day of the month. I already received approval from my sister to take the evening off from training," Xiulan replied.
They exchanged their goodbyes, and as her friend left the field of silent stones, Ling Qi sat down heavily on her boulder, staring at the ground.
"What are you going to do?" Sixiang asked quietly. Ling Qi was thankful for the faint pressure of hands on her shoulders.
"There's nothing I can do," Ling Qi replied with a bitter smile. "It's not my choice." Saying the words felt like ripping off a scab, but she couldn't say that she didn't feel better afterward. Something that wasn't quite contentment settled in her stomach. All she could do was see her friend off. Well, that and bombard her with letters at every opportunity. She would not allow her connection to one of her best friends to fray. They would see each other again.
"Heh, that's a scary look on your face," Sixiang chuckled. "I kinda like it."
"Hush you," Ling Qi huffed. Still, it didn't feel right. She wanted to do something now. She wanted to help her friend, give her something, but…
"It's not wrong to give someone your parting from a gift, right?" Ling Qi asked aloud.
"Mm, I don't think so," Sixiang hummed. "What are you thinking?"
"I'm not sure," Ling Qi mused. She traced patterns of frost on the stone with her finger as she thought. Her most immediate thought was jewelry, Xiulan did love her shiny things, and a matched pair would… well she would have to work to hunt down something that didn't have romantic implications, but she could do it.
A second thought recalled something she had heard some time ago. That Bao Qian, he had mentioned something about recording formations. She had balked at the idea, disliking the idea of selling her work and compositions, but if it was just for Xiulan… she still had a few days, she could compose something. She wasn't sure how it would come across though, she was unfamiliar with the etiquette around that sort of thing.
The more practical part of her wanted to give her friend something useful, but there wasn't time to commission a proper talisman, nor did any of hers particularly match Xiulan's aesthetic. She could offer her an art slip, Thousand Rings perhaps? It didn't match the girl properly, but it hadn't matched Ling Qi either. She thought Xiulan might benefit from the endurance though. That sort of thing had gotten her into arguments with friends before, and Xiulan's family certainly didn't lack for arts. She could all too easily see Xiulan getting herself into a huff at that kind of 'charity', she was always a little touchy about her family's wealth.
Please select a going away present
[] Set of matching jewelry of some kind [Negligible cost. No possible offense]
[] A new composition, recorded just for Xiulan [1 Green Stone cost, may be inappropriately intimate to some eyes]
[] A jade slip recording Thousand Rings Fortress [2 Green Stone cost. May result in Xiulan taking offense]