Shen Qingqiu tucks his fan into his sleeve and directs Sagramore's hands to his waist, covering them with his own for extra stability. It's a little funny, doing it this way around—when he's shared swords before he's usually been the passenger. "Don't worry," he says, over his shoulder. "I won't let you fall."
He starts them out slow enough, rising gradually from the pavilion in a long spiral so the grounds of the Mansion are laid out underneath them, orderly lawns and hedges creating a patchwork of different greens like a quilt, the lake shining silver, and the elegant oblong Mansion itself, massive and imposing but somehow not massive enough to contain all of the rooms Shen Qingqiu has come across in his time here.
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Date: 2023-10-09 08:15 pm (UTC)He starts them out slow enough, rising gradually from the pavilion in a long spiral so the grounds of the Mansion are laid out underneath them, orderly lawns and hedges creating a patchwork of different greens like a quilt, the lake shining silver, and the elegant oblong Mansion itself, massive and imposing but somehow not massive enough to contain all of the rooms Shen Qingqiu has come across in his time here.