There was a cough from her left, and Yu Nuan spoke up. "Might want to dial it back, you're frosting the table."
Ling Qi blinked and looked down, then grimaced, hastily brushing the forming frost off the table and scrolls as she restrained herself.
I kind of wonder how much money goes into making paper and furnishing for higher cultivation handling. Thats quite a bit of accidental energy discharge from even a bit of emotional agitation.
Maybe they work with the spiritually touched byproducts of talisman and elixer craft? After you extract the cores I suppose a giant spirit boar is worth quite a lot of pigskin parchment that's at least durable enough to require deliberate efforts to damage it.
"Tch, even I can tell that's not what he's talking about," Yu Nuan drawled, letting the sparking scroll wriggle out of her hands to flutter back to the shelves.
Ling Qi gave her a grumpy look. She knew that. "How about you then? And don't tell me it's just dye, what's with the sudden flip to thunder and lightning?"
Yu Nuan scowled at her, but glanced aside after a moment. "...Been stuck for awhile. Figured I've just been burning undirected."
"Well at least she recognizes it, girl's first song might as well have been a wildfire," Sixiang mused.
"Anger and passion are useful things, but being directionless is no good," Ruan Shen agreed.
Fire for Passion and Attachment.
Thunder for Action and Initiative.
Heaven for Vision and Creativity.
Upgraded from Rebel Without A Cause to Visionary huh?
"And what do you know?" Yu Nuan challenged. "Never even met you before."
"I like to keep track of any cute and talented juniors who show a spark for music," Ruan Shen replied smoothly. "And you certainly did last year."
The other girl's cheeks reddened, but her scowl only deepened.
Sempai flirts like other people breathe.
"...And what are you looking to do, Senior Brother?" Ling Qi cut in. "I don't believe you're really holding back out of fear."
His smile faded. "Hm, will I get an answer in turn if I tell you?"
"...Yes," Ling Qi replied grudgingly
"Then for my shy Junior Sis, I'll give an answer," he chuckled. "I don't need something to blast or burn or overwhelm. I just have some conflicts I want to see settled and old wounds I want to see healed. Family isn't always a happy thing, you know?"
Family woes huh?
Underlying the root of his reluctance to advance into prominence perhaps?
Ling Qi bowed her head a little… that… she wasn;t going to ask anymore. But, she appreciated it. They were not really close, but if he was willing to say that much, she could find words for the snarl in her own heart. A moment passed in silence as Sixiang helped her formulate the words.
Reminds me of Moon Sempai's reciprocal answers technique.
That was neat.
"I've mostly been alone in life," Ling Qi said carefully. "Here, I've tried to work against that but… I really do default to doing things on my own." Had she not meditated on the way that loneliness was a keystone of her mind and spirit? A central drive to everything she did. "But I don't want to, I want to include other people, without having to consciously remind myself of it all the time. But even then, I can't stop either."
"Well, there you go. You've got a bit of a problem there, but… if I had to make a suggestion. This one," he reached across the table, tapping his finger against one of the scrolls. "Might be a good place to start. Sometimes you have to make sharp distinctions between parts of your life. Things you do, things you are. Clan and family. Wants and needs. Allies, enemies and friends too, of course."
His answer suggests this is something he's already considered a lot himself.
The difference between your clan as a polity bound by bonds of blood, and your family as a group bound by bonds of the heart.
Needs and wants are another pitfall for cultivators who rise young, since its really hard to distinguish even with a great deal of life experience.
To Ruan Shen, the in, out and about groups are almost an afterthought.
Ling Qi took the scroll in her hands. Winter Hearth Resounding… an art of lessons on boundaries, in addition to bolstering the effects of songs and reinforcing the flows of techniques. She had picked it up because of the duality in it, which she felt might help her better understand Zhengui. The aid in parsing her techniques to exclude allies from their negative effects had also attracted her eye. It might be a useful contrast to the other art she was intending to cultivate when she left.
Boundaries to contrast connections huh? Maybe there was something to that.
Boundaries to
define connections I think.
A connection is meaningful for the gap they bridge between dissimilar things.
You could ask Bao Qian: Connections between dissimilar things are the most profitable and beneficial ones. Bring the surplus, meet the deficiency.
They had spent a while longer at the archive, discussing lighter topics of cultivation and music. Ling Qi workshopped the songs she was intending to play at Lady Cai's next gathering, Ruan Shen was more helpful sharing some details of a composition he was working on as part of training with an elder which he had won through a trial before all of this started. Even Yu Nuan had been coaxed to share a few bars of a song she was working on for a visit to the Thunder Palace.
Oh hey, forgot all about Inner Sect trials existing.
And Yu Nuan's still working on her demonstration piece huh?
So it was with a light heart that Ling Qi found her way back home, to the balcony that overlooked the garden in her family's house to cultivate the Harmony of Dancing Winds. With the soft strains of that melody drifting through the house, Ling Qi found her awareness drifting. She could feel Biyu valiantly fighting sleep as her Mother read to her a story of a brave princess and her animal friends, questing against an evil spirit. She was aware of the servants, gathering in the kitchens to have their own meal, full of chatter and laughter, and gossip about their lives in the greater town. She felt the shadow of other households, warded by muting formations, and people in the streets returning home with one eye on the sky.
It was, in a way like a pond, where one set of ripples would spread and spread, affecting others, or perhaps, as her liege might say, a loom, where each individual was a thread, intersecting and weaving through others lives. The lessons of the Harmony of Dancing Winds arts slipped through her thoughts as she played, refining the notes to mastery. She wondered, what did all of that mean to her.
Good to see the joy in those lives.
Still, if life is a loom, what a horribly tangled work it is.
All things are linked, some at greater remove, some at greater significance. It'd take a god's eye view to pry meaning from that.
She had long decided that she would not stop walking the path forward, even when obstacles presented themselves, even when things grew difficult. She had decided that on some matters there could be no compromise or retreat, that small endings were both acceptable and inevitable. But she did not want to be alone again.
The words and emotions of her family stung, and the pain in her dantian, the grinding feeling of something broken was real.
She needed to race forward without slowing.
She did not want to be alone.
Somebody need to introduce Ling Qi to the idea of a steering wheel.
She's running a linear race, not seeing that she'd advancing towards other objectives when she thought she was slowing down. A diagonal parh my bring you further yet than sprinting headlong.
Her melody faltered as her breath hitched, a sharp pain traveling up her spine. The pain arose from her, but's source was elsewhere, in the faint invisible strands that stretched back into the house, away over the hills, where Zhengui rested and Hanyi composed, and up into the mountains, where her friends resided.
In moving forward blindly, she hurt others. Through others, she hurt herself. By hurting herself, she had slowed down. This thought circled in her mind, chasing its own tail. She half expected Sixiang to comment, but the moon spirit was silent, respecting her need for introspection.
There was something to that thought, Ling Qi mused, even if it did not soothe the pain in her spirit. It wasn't an answer, just an observation. It was a good one though, she thought. Yes, it might not solve her current problem, but if she wished to avoid further wounds in the future, she could not afford to let her vision be so narrow.
If they are connected enough to hurt and hinder, they're connected enough to aid as well. A pull is but a push from the other perspective.
She had spent time looking into Wang Chao and the Wang clan in general, looking for a good way to approach them. What she had found did surprise her a little. They had been a viscount clan focused on architecture of all things before the rise of their current patriarch to the Sixth realm at Cai Shenhua's side.
Fun fact: Quite a LOT of Feng Shui principles are about building a safe dwelling resistant to assault and other such misfortunes, which were then encoded in rule of thumb mnemonics.
E.g. the most firm foundation lies in a home backed by a hill, with a river to the front. The slope prevents some accretion of waste matter and debris, on top of making it a literal uphill assault, the river ensures fresh water and food, but also makes all comers clearly visible and unable to approach either swiftly or unseen.
Wang Chao was that patriarch's grandson, who wasn't particularly high in considerations of succession. One of his aunts was the head of the clan, and one of her adult sons was the heir. His father was one of their generals, and his mother was a courtier from the Celestial Peaks. He wasn't the least talented of his siblings and cousins, he was just kind of… middle of the pack.
Something he was a bit prickly about, going by what she had picked up. Which wasn't surprising, he was eighteen years old, and she was already swiftly catching up to his cultivation.
If he's prickly about his talents then I think the whole "talk to Alingge first so he comes over" might suffer a tad from visibly valuing somebody else more even when seeking a favor of him.
However, she did have an opening, even if she would have to be careful not to prick his pride too much.
With the Sect at war, she really could use some more pointers on tactics and battlefield planning, particularly around Zhengui. She had promised to work harder to include him in her plans, and she meant to keep that promise. Which was where Wang Chao came in. The Wang families warriors specialized in tactics centered around fortresses and hardpoints after all.
Thats a good think, though I wonder how often they had to deal with mobile, field deployable fortresses. That are yeetable.
Asking someone for a favor was a good way of making them well inclined toward you after all, and if she could get some more practical use out of it as well… that was just a bonus.
Ling Qi, no, this is a social Interaction, not a social combat!
She spotted Wang Chao, the stout young man was armed and armored, he balanced a heavy pike on his shoulder and wore armor that was enameled in dark green. It wasn't quite the full plate that Gan Guangli liked to thunder around in, but it was pretty heavy by the looks of it. He was laughing about something in one of the training rings, reaching down to help up his opponent who lay on the ground. She glanced at the other boy, only to furrow her brow, did she recognize him from somewhere…?
How heavy was Gan's armor anyways?
Also oof, Ling Qi didn't even remember his face.
#savage
"It's sword boy. You know the one I peeked at under the hood for you?" Sixiang reminded her.
Ling Qi's eyebrow twitched. "You did that on your own."
She shook her head as Sixiang chuckled, deliberately ignoring the flash of well exercised pectoral muscles that the spirit flashed in her thoughts. Liang He, that was the name. If Wang Chao knew him, she supposed his grumpiness at the party made more sense. Her eyes wandered over the rest of the field, and blinked in surprise as she spotted a third person she recognized. Alingge, the girl from the hunting party was at the other end of the field, squinting down range at the target's a long bow of white wood in her hands.
...hey, Sixiang can take photos!
And dang, those be fine abs.