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"I..." Yanqing is subdued as he approaches Jing Yuan but not in a despondent way. More so his expression is contemplative as though he is uncertain whether to bring it to the General's attention. But as his father he wants him to know. "I had a dream last night." Not too untoward but there's more to it with the way his face scrunches and he trues to put thoughts into words. His following words were little more than a hushed whisper. "It was the Reignbow Arbiter..."
Yanqing has grown swiftly in the past couple of months. The boy, once so eager to prove himself as to throw himself headlong into unnecessary risk, had settled, for lack of a better term, into a newfound understanding of his responsibilities. Even Feixiao had been impressed with how the boy had blossomed during the Wardance alone (and should anyone ask Jing Yuan would swear up and down that Yanqing had even gotten a little taller).
With the boy having only just recovered his stride, it is no wonder that the solemnity with which he approaches sends a momentary flicker of concern through Jing Yuan. "A dream?"
Ah.
The weight of the title settles heavy on Jing Yuan's ears. All too easily, the brilliant, devastating light he's seen one too many times streaks through his mind's eye, illuminating Yanqing from behind. Isn't it too soon? "Did THEY speak to you?" he questions instead, drawing a stool out next to him so Yanqing can sit. "The Reignbow Arbiter rarely appears to others, even in dreams."
