Xie Yun & Monika
"This," He says pulling out his bamboo xiao,"- is a xiao. It's an American's version of a type of flute." However, it was a straight flute and not one that would be turned to the side like some. Luckily, he kept his xiao with him at all times and could show her what it was.
Those eyes watch her for a moment," Why haven't you written any poetry since you arrived here?"