Standing at the apex of their mountain, Kai Fen breathed in the wet morning air. The sky ahead of him melted from black to gentle oranges and pinks, the mountains nothing but green and grey shadows against it. Beside him, Michil shielded his eyes from the rising sun and squinted into it. From behind, the sounds of Illarionâs laboured breathing accompanied by the occasional swear could be heard.
He stumbled up to join them, and after wiping grass from his green-stained knees, he came to join them. He lowered his goggles from his hair to his face and studied the landscape ahead. Kai Fen roamed the shadows of the peaks and outcrops, of the cliffs and streams and lush, newly budded trees. The world was green and fresh and alive.
His lips parted around a shaky gasp. Words died in his throat until he managed out a single, âThere.â
Michil tilted his head. âThere?â
Kai Fen pointed. Nestled among stone and moss greenery was a temple. It would be easy to glance over if he hadnât been there before, if he didnât know exactly what he was looking for. Wood beams carved and painted in spiralling blue, orange, red, green held a roof of golden yellow. Still slick with morning dew, it dripped in honey sunlight.
âBurning Rock Temple,â he breathed.
The place Enshu made her first contact with lowly, unholy humanity. The place where she dipped her fingers and dangled her hair into the soil, let her love and knowledge spread to places that did not deserve it. Kai Fenâs ancestor, a Jin, had been the first man to know her light, her love, the weight of all the great stitched books of her infinite library. They had sat at the edge of a pool of water, Enshu in the form of a woman donned in a cape of owl feathers, and braided their hair together.
It was the holiest place of all of Enyang. Kai Fen had been there once, but was too young and far too spoiled to fully appreciate it. But now the sight of it, the thought of what lay in the mountainâs caverns, drew his breath from his lungs and his heart racing in his chest. His pilgrimage was coming to its end, and if all went well, he would commune with Enshu successfully for the first time in his life by tomorrow evening.
âThatâs it,â Illarion breathed. He lifted his chin. âThatâs Enyang?â
Kai Fen took a deep, shaking breath. âYes.â That was Enyang. That was home.
Illarionâs smile bloomed until it was his entire face, his entire body. He shifted his weight from foot to foot with newfound energy and thrust his fists into the air. He let out a shout that ended in a laugh, and his energy contagious, Michil beamed and cupped his hands around his mouth.
âHello, Enyang!â It seemed right, somehow, that he said it in Vwosi.
The two of them let out a series of excited whoops, but to Kai Fen, their voices were nothing but background noise. Ahead of him stretched nothing but Enyang, nothing but home, nothing but land where setting foot had him not just a fugitive but a traitor. He was a liar setting foot into Enyang once again. He wanted so desperately to step home clean, as nothing but himself, but heâd rather keep his death to the legal and metaphorical variety.
It was lie, or it was death.
The cold, slick unease of understanding slithered up his spine and laid its eel-like body across his neck. His upper lip twitched, and he found the fabric of his sleeves tugged between his hand and thumb.
This wasnât the same decision his father made, he told himself. It wasnât.
âWeâre in Enyang,â Illarion was saying. âIâm in Enyang! Illarion Gabrikov! I, me, I set foot in Enyang!â
âDonât get too far ahead of yourself,â Michil teased. âWeâve still got aaaallll that mountain ahead of us.â
âDonât rob me of this, Diachkovsky.â
Illarion hopped on the balls of his feet and, with a grin and an energy that seemed limitless so long as he was in the mood for it, he took off ahead of them. Michil laughed, went to take off after him, but looked back over his shoulder. His eyes, dark and friendly and sleepy and welcoming and almost always smiling, met his, and Kai Fen wanted them to be the only thing he would ever have to focus on.
But that was something left for the days in between. The days spent looking skyward and naming stars to make sleeping on ground more bearable were behind them now. The days that lay ahead could change everything. Answers to questions that defined his very existence might finally be answered.
He had to breathe.
âKai Fen.â Michil spoke in joyed urgency. âWe did it. We made it to Enyang.â
And Kai Fen made himself smile. It didnât feel right, but he hoped it looked the part. The closest thing he could have to Saoirse being there with him was to mimic him.
âI smile when I donât know what to say. It makes people happier and friendlier, itâs all win.â
âWe did it,â Kai Fen agreed.
And even though the dead eel of trepidation coiled tighter with each step, Kai Fen followed Michil forward and into Enyang.
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Also... I might make the deity of Enyang masculine instead of feminine (deities donât have genders the same way humans do fight me on this). There are a lot of reasons for this but some of them are:
1. Yang é˝ is the masculine energy and even though the concept of yin and yang and taoism donât exist the same way they do here, I think itâs a nice nod to it.
2. Making the deity masculine furthers the reason behind Kai Fen trusting women a hundred times faster than he trusts men, even if he isnât sure why
3. It works better with [spoilers involving Kai Fenâs mom and some of her motivations].
4. I think making part of Kai Fenâs character arc be âstop being a low key misogynistâ would be good and that doesnât work super well when the deity he worships is feminine.
I kind of already know the basis for the castes (ruling class, religious class, scholar class (might combine with religious? weâll see), labor class, and then people who donât fit in the system) I just need to name them. Maybe in a few ââlanguagesââ too. Because there are a lot of languages in Enyang, it really is not a homogenous place. Ethnic Enyese people (like Kai Fen, Zhihao, the royal family in general) did a lot of conquering in the past and uhh. Thereâs quite a few languages
Really just gonna make the Enyese calendar system as complicated and difficult as possible and whenever someone points it out theyre just like âItâs like thatâ
Most of Enyang: Yeah we use a lunar calendar for most things because it makes sense to use the changes of this thing in the sky as a unit of measurement :)
The people who managed to be in charge: SOLAR CALENDAR ONLY. THE MOON IS A LIAR. THE SUN AND ENSHU ARE ONE IN THE SAME. BLASPHEMERS.
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Every part of the interior made it feel like a little chunk of Enyang had been carved out and then plopped down into the middle of Linast, and just the mere thought of home soothed something in him. The wooden wall decor, the mirrors at the end of each hallway. Even the ceiling had even been decorated in the repeating pattern of lapis lazuli, ruby, jade, and carnelian gemstones.
Even the smells, he realized, were of Enyang.
But just because he felt safe, didnât mean he was. This was not home, no matter how badly he wanted it to be.
He pressed into a doorway as boots clunked by and prayed they didnât turn down his hallway. He was relying on the guardâs fear of the Emperor to keep them from sounding any kind of alarm; he couldnât imagine how shameful it would be to sound that over just one boy.
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Foreign stereotypes of Enyese lawyers are that theyâre sticklers for the truth and take their job very very seriously. Theyâll usually be able to sway the judges to their clientâs side even a little bit just by taking the case. A lot of Enyan lawyers go the âyou donât pay unless we win!â route because of this.
However, anyone who LIVES in Enyang and hears about someone moving to another place to practice law knows that they just went elsewhere because Enyang has very high standards and if youâre found to be representing something that isnât 100% the truth you can be executed.
Ex-pat Enyese lawyers are usually in it for the money, not the truth, but bank on foreigners assuming theyâre in it for the truth.
Iâve been wondering why the people in Vwos politics feel so different from those in Enyese and I realized itâs because I havenât developed ANY of the other members of the former Vwosi court and I should probably do that.
