The forest is dark, and calm, and quiet. Birds chirp in the trees, and herbivores snuffle around in the underbrush or bolt at the scent of a predator, but nothing more aggressive than nature itself can dwell long here without being discovered and dealt with, one way or another.
In a clearing, a brook winds its way through shallow curves in the hillside. Anything remotely supernatural that happened here would definitely be noticed within less than an hour.
"I heard you calling, Young Master Wei. You clapped and said 'get up, it's time to work.' And I knew where you were and I pulled the chains out of the wall and I came."
"That sounds like when I raised the fierce corpses to fight the arm."
So Wei Wuxian cheerfully tells his friend everything that's happened since he came back to life, hands waving and expression animated, occasionally touching him to pat him on the arm or shoulder or something.
That seems like it's not going to be a disaster any time soon. She promotes it to reality.
"So," Wei Wuxian says, once Wen Ning is sufficiently filled in, "where do you and your outlandish powers come from? And how'd you end up with the Gusu Lan sect of all people?"
"I come from a city of eight million people who live in steel towers and I get my powers from the moon and Lan Wangji found me lost in the forest."
"Aw, c'mon, you can tell me, you already know enough about me to destroy me, I'd never dare tell."
"Lying's against the rules! You don't have license to accuse me of such a thing, we've only just met."
"Ah! They're ganging up on me! You're my only friend," he tells Wen Ning.
Not jealous not jealous not jealous--wait. Fuck.
"Wei Ying. Wen Ning. There is something you both should know."
"Yeah, he was the one who stopped me from making a fuss about Mo Ziyuan stealing Mo Xuanyu's stuff. Promised to pursue justice on behalf of a lunatic in greasepaint. Good kid."
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