"But I did not imagine it, Laurence," Temeraire had insisted, when he returned to the pavilion and wove a story of an impossible tavern at the end of the universe to his incredulous crew. Laurence had looked rather sharply at Roland, who was eating up this absurdity as though it were a lovely dessert.
He will have to apologize, thinks Laurence to himself now, once he has made his way through the odd front room of the tavern and out to the lakeside which Temeraire had described in such detail. Shaken to his core and unwilling to show it, Laurence strides down to the lake's edge, considering perhaps to splash some of the fresh cold water on his face – but his musings are interrupted by the sight of a young man practicing his swordsmanship nearby.
"Hanguang-jun was very kind," Temeraire had said. "As was Wei Wuxian. You might know them by their dress; Hanguang-jun was all in white, with a blue ribbon and a silver emblem on his forehead; he wore a silver headdress to match, most elegant, Laurence."
It's more than possible there are two or more such personages who frequent this place, but Temeraire had spoken of the sword and magic as well, and so Laurence feels his must try his luck.
For his part, he's grateful to be properly attired in his bottle-green coat that signifies his membership in the Aerial Corps and the golden bars at the shoulders which tell his rank; also for the sword at his own side. He waits until the younger man has paused in his training, then approaches and bows, politely.
"Am I right in thinking, sir," he says, "That you are known as Hanguang-jun, or Lan Wangji?"
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Date: 2021-11-16 08:04 pm (UTC)He will have to apologize, thinks Laurence to himself now, once he has made his way through the odd front room of the tavern and out to the lakeside which Temeraire had described in such detail. Shaken to his core and unwilling to show it, Laurence strides down to the lake's edge, considering perhaps to splash some of the fresh cold water on his face – but his musings are interrupted by the sight of a young man practicing his swordsmanship nearby.
"Hanguang-jun was very kind," Temeraire had said. "As was Wei Wuxian. You might know them by their dress; Hanguang-jun was all in white, with a blue ribbon and a silver emblem on his forehead; he wore a silver headdress to match, most elegant, Laurence."
It's more than possible there are two or more such personages who frequent this place, but Temeraire had spoken of the sword and magic as well, and so Laurence feels his must try his luck.
For his part, he's grateful to be properly attired in his bottle-green coat that signifies his membership in the Aerial Corps and the golden bars at the shoulders which tell his rank; also for the sword at his own side. He waits until the younger man has paused in his training, then approaches and bows, politely.
"Am I right in thinking, sir," he says, "That you are known as Hanguang-jun, or Lan Wangji?"