deng rong was a faceless legend in the minds of many , a little fairytale that most people didn't care about because it wasn't possible to manipulate the weather to his will ; and it wasn't . rong had no idea how he does it , jin clan has had cloudy weather ever since rong had stepped into these lands . and sitting with such big men , leaders of bigger clans than his , wasn't something he wanted to do for his clan . war had ruined them , they couldn't even think about a sneak attack and the jins knew it . just as good as rong knew , that he had to sit with a welcoming smile , pretty twitch of his lips as they asked him about his father — withering away in front of his eyes . nie mingjue earns his respectful bows even when he doesn't probably wait for them , he's seated beside him . it's quieter , jin leader busy with his other business associates and thankfully had stopped talking to rong . his shoulders relax , long fingers toying with each other as he glances around , stares a little too long at the sword seated beside him . between him and nie mingjue . ❛ what is your sword named , nie-gongzi ? ❜ he mumbles with an air of exhaustion , without looking up , with a small smile . / @dreams-of-fate [ nie mingjue ]