Shen Qingqiu smiles from behind his fan—more habit than hiding, as Sagramore can easily see it from his position at his side—and draws Xiu Ya (Sagramore may note the beauty of the sword, and the unthinking grace with which Shen Qingqiu wields it). "I think you will have some natural talent at this," he says, "as the carriage of the body is not unlike riding a horse." He hesitates. "From the waist up, obviously." What it's really like is riding a skateboard, but that's not a reference that Sagramore would get, nor a reference Shen Qingqiu should be able to make.
He takes a moment to check on the talisman he's affixed to the back of his fan, which will turn blood-red when Luo Binghe has broken the seal on his invitation. It remains black. He nods. "Ready?"
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Date: 2023-10-09 06:53 pm (UTC)He takes a moment to check on the talisman he's affixed to the back of his fan, which will turn blood-red when Luo Binghe has broken the seal on his invitation. It remains black. He nods. "Ready?"