An unmistakable crack of a whip aroused the still air, as YĂłu LĂĄnjĂŹng mustered the meanest glare she could at the mother and son who had been heckling at her carriage for quite sometime. âDo you think I'm above hitting a woman?â They were slowly inching away, cowering, as she took several steps further. The deep blue lash dragged across the floor behind her and she appeared quite menacing. âYour son is thirty-six, unmarried and a complete playboy. It doesn't take a fortune teller to tell you he will never find a good match! He will remain without a bride and if you stick around long enough, I'll make sure he doesn't have his limbs, too.â
The normally composed and upbeat matchmaker could easily become something else if she was bothered enough. That much had become apparent by now. As the pair scuttled off, LĂĄnjĂŹng noticed a lingering presence and her head snapped in its direction to meet a soft and gentle face. âI'm sorry! Did I scare you?â Another complete rotation from the show she had just put on. There was a little hum that emitted from her, trying to find an excuse as she shoved her whip behind her, though its tail was still evidently dragging behind her.
âAre you looking for a matchmaker?â A servant appeared behind her, recoiling the weapon and hiding it, so their mistress could approach the stranger. The man was young and handsome with a seemingly a calm demeanor, especially given what he had just overheard from her. Not a single shiver in sight. There were certain things she could usually tell straight away, like if they were an obvious threat to womankind.
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LĂłng HĂ oyÇ was not looking for a matchmaker yet he was still found by one. To him such things seemed trivial but given his position it only made sense others would assume he would be looking for a worthy candidate. His elegant robe made HĂ oyÇ indeed resemble a celestial being, graceful and almost too out of this world - expression remained rather unfazed, even when the cracking whip and vibrant voice filled the air. He watched the whole scene unfold, the complaining mother and her son to the matchmaker ( as it appeared ) who left no room for slandering her good name. The general and dragon in disguise had heard rumors of someone with otherworldly talent for pairing people up, seemingly divine and he had to admit, such a gift intrigued him for the mere notion of it. Impressed by her confidence and courage to stand up for herself, LĂłng HĂ oyÇ already held the stranger in high esteem as even a being like he himself would think twice about challenging her.
Once his presence was noticed, he offered a respectful nod and a calm smile, unbothered by the justified outburst as it had been her right to do so. Not everyone might see things this way - good thing not everyone had been around. "Rest assured, you did not," the man then responded, "If anything, I now know better to show you even more respect." Eyes caught the item from earlier being tugged away in secret yet he did not comment on it, amused by the swift change of demeanor. "I was about to ask if I could assist in any way but you handled it all on your own."
At the question, LĂłng HĂ oyÇ seemingly appeared startled though it made sense for the lady to ask, given her profession. "I wasn't. But something tells me I found the right one should I consider it in the near or far-off future. Though now I'd wonder if I could be a worthy candidate." Especially with his true nature considered. While the dragon could sense she was blessed with a gift not so easily spotted, he remained quiet about the matter. No need to open every bottle of wine. Yet. "My name is LĂłng HĂ oyÇ." The only name he had ever taken on, apart from being called QÄ«nglĂłng. "They did not bother you for too long, I hope. If it helps your reputation somehow, consider me your next client."