Zizhen grins broadly, bowing as best he can to the chief cultivator.
"Thank you, Hanguang Jun."
Yuan gives the man a grateful look as well - Zizhen's thoughts were right about him, he will appreciate having a familiar face around, especially someone who's promised to help him. He deeply hopes he can trust the both of them, but so far they've given him no indication that he can't, and as much as the world he grew up in has tried to make him cynical, he clings to that trust.
As they arrive and it's clear there are a number of Lan disciples there to greet them, Yuan feels his nerves grow. He strightens the front of his robes at least three times when they didn't even need it once, and then moves to fidgeting with the ring Jin Ling gave him. He forces himself to be calm as he takes Jingyi's offered hand, though, remembering everything he's learned at the Golden Hare and plastering a serene look on his face as he steps down, moving to stand just behind Hanguang Jun with his hands tucked neatly in front of him, waiting politely. He's hyper aware of the eyes on him, of the curious whispers wondering who he is, but he ignores them all.
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2021-08-23 22:04 (UTC)Zizhen grins broadly, bowing as best he can to the chief cultivator.
"Thank you, Hanguang Jun."
Yuan gives the man a grateful look as well - Zizhen's thoughts were right about him, he will appreciate having a familiar face around, especially someone who's promised to help him. He deeply hopes he can trust the both of them, but so far they've given him no indication that he can't, and as much as the world he grew up in has tried to make him cynical, he clings to that trust.
As they arrive and it's clear there are a number of Lan disciples there to greet them, Yuan feels his nerves grow. He strightens the front of his robes at least three times when they didn't even need it once, and then moves to fidgeting with the ring Jin Ling gave him. He forces himself to be calm as he takes Jingyi's offered hand, though, remembering everything he's learned at the Golden Hare and plastering a serene look on his face as he steps down, moving to stand just behind Hanguang Jun with his hands tucked neatly in front of him, waiting politely. He's hyper aware of the eyes on him, of the curious whispers wondering who he is, but he ignores them all.