Wei Wuxian [The Untamed] (createschaos) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2021-02-21 13:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, !open, wei wuxian (createschaos), ~2021 february, ~~~harry dresden (knightedwizard) |
Who: Wei Wuxian and OPEN
What: Arrival
Where: MIDDLE OF FRAKKIN' NOWHERE SOMEWHERE
When: Today | Evening
Warnings: Low
Status: Open
Wherever this place was, it wasn't Gusu. It wasn't the lush green that would've normally surrounded him. The air was denser, almost. Or maybe that was just the fact that it felt like he couldn't breathe. His hand almost immediately goes down to chenqing and grips his ghost flute tight.
It was probably obvious, due to his black and red robes alone, that he was severely out of place. The villages that he was used to also didn't have metal boxes that roamed the streets. Horses and carriages, yes. Boats along the water, even. This, however, was a bit more overwhelming than he'd anticipated.
So was having some stranger approach him handing him some envelope. He doesn't even look inside it. He almost wondered if this had something to do with the resentful energy that always surrounded him. A part of him wished that Wen Ning hadn't gone his own way, or that he hadn't left Lan Zhan to go traveling.
In fact, Lil' Apple wasn't with him and that put him even more on edge. How could one end up somewhere and not be near the very animal they'd been riding... All of this was far too strange. There was far too much going on at once.