Torsten Hewson
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v2c57: See You Again
🕑 Added 2021-08-18 20:49:16 +0000 UTCIt was a scene of organised chaos, the night before they left. There were items lined up or scattered around the room, and the atmosphere was tense with anticipation, as Xiulan stared at the flat piece of stone in her hand.
“Turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself!” Yun Ren decreed, sitting back and nodding with pride. He wiped a hand along his sweaty brow.
All Xiulan could do was nod, as she stared at her own smiling face. There was another, this piece’s twin, that was affixed to the wall, prominently displayed. Master Jin had been spectacularly happy with this development, praising Yun Ren until he flushed with embarrassment, and then asking for any he would be willing to give, so that they could be displayed proudly around the house.
The man looked like all of his dreams had come true at once.
“Thank you.” She said earnestly, while Yun Ren just nodded.
“I don’t know how long it will last. I think… less time in shade, more time if it gets light regularly? It’s not perfect yet. Already had to refresh one of them.” He absently poked at one of his slightly too sharp teeth with his tongue. Some manner of bloodline awakening, perhaps? His story about the fox did point to that.
She glanced up to where Tigu was sitting on her knees, her face intent, while Junior Brother examined his bow, before setting it aside.
Master Jin’s eyes narrowed at Tigu. “Undergarments!” Master Jin demanded, and the girl held up a set of plain white bandages and cloth, like a soldier holding up her blade or armor for inspection.
Master Jin nodded, and the girl packed them away in her bag.
“Shirts?” he asked.
This grin was a wide one, as Tigu purposefully let the folded garment fall open, to reveal the symbol on the back. She stared at it with pride, before carefully folding it.
It matched the one all of them had. And though Xiulan could not wear it at the tournament…. She was touched that Senior Sister had given her one of the shirts.
“Good! We always pack the night before, and then double check in the morning to make sure we don’t forget anything!” he said.
‘And you always need more supplies than you think.’ Bi De stated from his position on Master Jin shoulder.
Tigu nodded rapidly, determination in her eyes.
Senior Sister soon stomped in, carrying an armload of things. She had a big smile on her face.
“Okay! Burn ointment, bruise salve, thread for stitching up wounds, some dried fronds of Spirit Herbs…” She listed off, separating the ingredients into little kits. Including the Spiritual Herbs that had once healed Xiulan.
“This one is yours.” Senior Sister told her, depositing the medical kit onto the table.
Xiulan thanked her, as she held the gift. And she looked back to where the others were still sitting by the door. The wheat and the rice. The vegetables, the maple syrup.
And Master Jin still tried to give her more. Her lips quirked into a smile, as Tigu’s list completed.
“And I think, with that, it's time for bed.” Master Jin stated. “You’ve got an early day, and a long way to travel.” Master Jin decreed.
There were muttered agreements, and wishes for a good sleep.
She ascended the stairs, to the room… to her room.
Opening the door, she glanced around. She still needed to pack herself.
It had filled up a bit more than she was expecting, when she came to live here. She had arrived with gifts, and the clothes on her back.
Now, there were a myriad of things. She would have to pack them all away, and take them back to her sect.
She smiled at the objects scattered around the room. A scroll of acupuncture, given to her by Senior Sister. She would explain what she was doing while she worked upon Xiulan’s body, and by this point, she could follow along.
A beetle pupa, given to her by Xian, and fully intact. He had regaled her with a story about how long it took him to find a good one. She ran her fingers over the large horn, and trailed it to the carving of an unfurling fern. When she had asked Tigu about it, the girl had pretended to not know what she had been talking about, but time had clearly been spent on it, so realistic and lifelike it was.
A pressed flower. The first one she had grown, with Master Jin’s techniques.
She smirked at the pieces of paper on the rough table, Junior Brother Gou Ren’s attempts at poetry.
It was not going well, to say the least, but he was improving!
….maybe.
She took a nut from the small bag Chun Ke had given her, popping it into her mouth, as she carefully rolled up several other items. A feather from Bi De, bright and vibrant. A Dragon scale, along with a note pleading for her to bring back tasty things.
Her hands moved, as each was carefully prepared. As she went through the memories.
A ball of mud thrown at her. Field Ha Qi. Burgers. Wa Shi being chased around Hong Yaowu, as he became the dragon for their Dragon Dance. The bright summer sun on her face, and warming her body. Picnics with Senior Sister. Ruffing Junior Brother's hair.
Until her hands stopped moving. Until she looked around, and the summer morning had turned back into night, and all she was left with was an empty room.
All that was left were the things she had come here with.
Slowly, Xiulan pulled on her silk dress, wearing it for the first time in months. It felt a bit strange on her skin, after her time wearing clothes of a simpler make. The extravagantly expensive piece, long since repaired. Proof of her status.
Gold was woven into her hair, styled to look like blades of grass. Made of the purest gold, and so different than the flower crowns that withered, or the simple bows of cloth too small to have any other use.
And yet… It was not uncomfortable.
She turned to the burnished disk in her room, and stared at her reflection.
It still looked like her.
She shook her head, and changed into her sleeping attire.
She took her packed bags, and walked out of her room, into the silent hall, and down the stairs, to place them by the door. Near to the other four packs. Three large, and one tiny. She snorted, as all of them had a little touch added by Senior Sister. A cat, a monkey, a fox, and a rat.
She turned, and climbed on to the roof, for one last time… and found it already occupied.
Master Jin, with a rooster on his shoulder.
No words were said. He smiled at her, and tapped his pot of tea.
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They were gathered outside, before the gate.
“Yeah, I’ll talk to Biyu for you, okay? We’re gonna stop in the city, the best route, before we continue on.” Yun Ren said, as he and Master Jin clasped forearms, and pulled each other into a hug.
“Thanks. I think I’ll be heading down that way pretty soon. Just got a few more things to do here first.” He said, before releasing the man, so that Senior Sister could give him her own hug.
He grinned, as he hugged Tigu, the girl bouncing excitedly. He ruffled her hair, as thegirl grinned up at him.
“Listen to Xiulan, okay?” He said, and Tigu nodded. Xiulan’s heart leapt to her throat for a moment, at the trust that had been placed in her, as well as the responsibility.
“This Cai Xiulan swears upon her very name that she will bring them back safely.” She intoned, her eyes and heart set, as he stopped before her. Her hands clasped in the traditional gesture of respect.
Master Jin nodded solemnly.
Xiulan let out a terribly undignified sound as two strong arms wrapped around her. Her body went rigid, and her face flushed, as she was pulled into an embrace like the others.
“Bring yourself back safe too, okay?” He asked her quietly.
Some of the tenseness faded. Slowly, she returned the embrace.
She stared at Senior Sister’s expression. Ah. Her husband had just embraced another woman in front of her. It was terribly improper… and yet, it was very Master Jin. She was just tall enough to see over his shoulder, at Senior Sister’s bemused expression.
She approached, as Master Jin went to Gou Ren. both of them clapping each other on the back
Senior Sister opened her arms, and Xiulan obliged her, wrapping the smaller woman up.
Xiulan smiled at Sister Meiling.
“Our house is always open to you.” She said, as they held each other's hands. Xiulan felt the warmth suffuse her at that—
“Our bed too.” The other woman’s eyebrows bounced up and down.
She slumped, as Meiling began cackling, pulling her down to press a kiss into her cheek.
She left Xiulan pouting, as she hugged Gou Ren, and rubbed the top of Ri Zu’s head.
She was greeted in turn by each of the disciples. A dragon, conspiratorially winking at her. A boar, chuffing happily as she scratched the scar across his face. A sow, giving her a polite and dignified bob of the head. A snake and a rabbit that offered her nods.
The rooster, tall and proud, combed his beak through Ri Zu’s hair, and flapped up to the fence post.
“Goodbye.” She said, as they all waved their farewells.
“See you again soon.” Master Jin replied.
She turned, as they started walking on the road. Almost marching, like she was on a mission…
When an orange-haired girl darted ahead, practically skipping, while Ri Zu sat on her head, squeaking in agreement.
“Which way, which way? This way, right?!” She demanded. “I can’t wait to see!”
Junior Brother sighed. “Man, shes gonna be a pain.” he muttered, before he lengthened his strides.
Yun Ren just laughed, as he pulled out his recording crystal, he examined it for a moment, before he too lengthened his stride.
Xiulan chuckled, and she too lengthened her stride, her feet pounding down the road, as she caught up to the squabbling duo, and the one who was simply recording them.
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It took way longer than I originally intended for things to get to this point, but that was some of the fun. Exploring, and figuring out characters.
But at last, we are off to see the tournament. I don't know if this would be the end of a volume or not, as a point that now seems to be still quite far away is my original intended climax.
I suppose we'll get there, and hopefully it will go like I envisioned it. Thanks for staying along for the ride so far!
There will be one more post, an interlude, and then next week is a week break!
Have a good day evberybody!
Comments
Ashlazaria
Thank you so much for the work you are putting into bringing this world and their lives to life. Honestly my favourite tale s
J B
Onions. Worse, plot onions.
STORRM
i think this might be my favorite chapter, left me with a warm fuzzy feeling. very nice good work.
Bobby B.
I think we just hit the last scene in the intro music
N0ct3m
part of the reason i love this story is because it ISNT in a hurry. the story flows like a warm day on the Fa-Ram.
lala jhones
Are you all ready for the "Tourrrnaameeeent arccccc"!?
Andrew
Thank you!
Einhander
It sounds trite, but the destination is less important than the journey. These little slices of life segments make the payoff at the end worth it. Don't feel like you need to rush the tourney stuff. You do some of the best character interactions of any author I've read, lean into it!
Robert Mullins
It sounds like they only have a week to get there so I don't think there's time for all that.
Thiemo Guenther
This chapter makes for a great transition point. Also, another "station" for Xiulan to reflect on herself and her experiences, and how she's changed from her introduction. Don't know how much of a "travel montage" you intend to show, but it might be amusing to have a scene where the gang has gotten into an impromptu traveling sparring match, and are coming by a farming village. The villagers see a bunch of cultivators "ramapaging", and hunker down, waiting to die and/or for their harvest to be ruined. Only for the storm to pass over, leaving most of the harvest and storage work having been completed in its wake. Or a bunch of bandits descending on a village to steal the harvest, only to find that Team Fa Ram has been helping in the fields (for exercise, room and board), and isn't amused to see someone trying to spoil their work...
Dion
So Jin, Meiling, and Xiulan threesome as victory celebration after the tournament I see lol
Justin van mele
Are we going to get another intermission with earth-Chan again and did ren show the others the pills and crystals?
Solo
It also means amused in a mild or detached way. It's a word with many subtle meanings depending on context.
Alexis Lionel
If you're going to do the tournament. This would make a good mid-point for the volume. Where you take a few chapters break (pre-writing some of the action pieces) and write some chapters that aren't... Focused on the the tournament arc. Stuff to have fun with, comedy segments to lighten the mood. That way when you start the Tournament arc, you have this lighter mood so you can go with tense dramatic battles without it being... Overly tense or dramatic. Because people's moods will start higher, then be pulled down until it reaches the bottom then dip back up once the Tournament concludes and you have the action packed climax.
FlawlessMovement
This is a good break point in the novel for sure. And I’m on team “come back home” I hope she returns here. She’s an ideal senior sister to train new “disciples”
Kerrus Magrus
A possible correction needed: bemused means confused, not amused.
Nick
Thanks for the chapter
Mrdelta
This looks like a good end point for to me. On to the epilogue!
Sassy
This is a great end point for a volume I feel. A great chapter too, of course
Bunny Waffles
We'll get there when we get there. Such is the joy of this story that all things will come to pass in their own time and so long as the Fa Ram and those touched by it exist, a happy ending is always in reach.
aj0413
This would make a good break between volumes
PatronTurtle
Come on man. Why is it raining so much lately
MountHermon
The contrast between Xiulan's sect and Fa Ram was never clearer
Summercat
I am smiling :3
Sean Ulrich
I like how after everything she has experienced, Xiulan realizes that she is still herself.
Corwin Amber
'Ruffing Junior' Ruffing -> Ruffling (I think)
Kristof Dohrmann
This is great!
Aaron
A sweet and slightly teary chapter. As always, well done.
wholesome 😩
