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chrysanthemum
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Lian
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6/8/2026
| skill
backdated to a few days following
jade bangle
| accompanied by
Taro
| pinging
Shēnléi
for visibility, welcome to all
Lotus greets the morning with prayer, but they are hasty. She hopes the ancestors can understand - she can see the green valleys and slate mountains of the Tianlong! Her home, her people! She had not wanted to return home under cover of night, for the triumphant jubilation of the Tianlong would have surely roused the good people from their beds. No, she would make her homecoming under the morning sun, fur aglow in the light of it. Their princess slept in the shadow of the dynasty's territory, close enough to see it but not close enough to cross into the safety of the borders. Poor Taro must carry his duty as guardian for a little while longer, and the lotus is sure to shower him with befitting praise and thanks for his tireless work on the behalf of her dynasty.
As they get closer and closer to the borders of her home, Lian falls quieter and quieter, almost subdued. Her pawsteps, quicker and quicker, until her strides are just barely on the side of walking instead of a hurried trot.
Tianlong. They are hers. She is theirs. Springtime on the continent is beautiful and lush. It has not forsaken the Dynasty's lands the gift of its beauty - humidity tangles in Lian's fur, and the scent of blossoms and rainforest and budding fruit envelopes her along with the telltale orchestra of Tianlong wolf-scent.
She is
home
.
There is but a momentary pause, as delight glows from her demure posture. Lian tilts her chin over her shoulder and beams a thousand-watt grin toward her steadfast guardian. It is thanks, relief, joy, rolled into one. Then, she must smooth her pelt down with a paw. She arranges her features into that of princess, instead of the adventuring, curious, quick-witted girl that has slowly revealed herself over the days of travel and absence from the duties of her blood.
She wants to see her father, and throw herself childishly into his arms. But her people deserve to be assured of her safe return. They have lost much recently, and regaining something is a celebration owed to
all
of Tianlong. The lotus tilts her chin back, sings to the cloudless blue sky: a summons, a greeting, a melody.
RE: chrysanthemum
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Yue.
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6/24/2026
The two disappeared princesses were very concerning, to say the least.
Especially to Yue, who sometimes felt as if she were their step-mother, especially in the absence of Mei, their true birth mother! Who else would mourn their loss, not only for what it meant to the Dynasty, but for the spirit that ran through all things? Their disappearance was an offense to all things beautiful and whole.
The Emperor, certainly, had already dispatched search parties for the wayward girls… but the Empress, she prayed — often, and with a fervency she had not felt in recent years aside from her fertility concerns. She asked the Crystal Dragon that he may guide both Fen and Lian home – all of those from Tianlong who were now lost, Yuezhuo and Rihe included – and asked the Crane to watch them and keep them safe in their travels.
Yue was quite convinced, after Layre and Yuezhuo had both traveled home from the great battle, that most others were out there, lost and aimless. It made sense to figure that the wayward Princess had gotten lost, as they were relatively sheltered within the Dynasty for their entire lives. There has not been much navigation necessary.
Then, all at once, her prayers had been answered! A call emanated from the farthest reach of the Grace, and Yue could do nothing but immediately identify it as Lian. It was her beautiful voice! Such a wonderful thing! Immediately, the Empress pitched into a full gallop.
When she laid her eyes on the beautiful young shewolf, Yue was ecstatic.
Princess!
she called out with glee, losing any sense of priority in her rush to embrace Lian.
Oh, princess Lian, how fortune shines down upon us!
At least one of two daughters was at home safe, and now that half of Shenlei could relax. Now, more than ever, the Empress was fully convinced that it was only a matter of time before Fen, too, made it back to her place in Tianlong.
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RE: chrysanthemum
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Lian
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7/29/2026
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It's not the masses of Tianlong that descend upon the Lotus. It is only Mercy herself, shining with the composed and gentle light of the moon as she appears from within a forest of vines and tree trunks, dappled with bamboo. Lian maintains her resolve to stay composed, princess-like, and not childish and unmannered. At least, until Yue's hurried footsteps bring the woman close enough to gather the girl's delicate figure into an embrace.
Lian had been on the road many days. She has slept alone in strange dirt, stumbled upon strange countries, and walked until callouses begin to form on soft paws. She is well-rested and fed thanks to Taro and Satriya, but she is weary. Wanting, for the peace that only her home and family can provide. There is nowhere, except this tiniest circle of those closest to Heaven itself, that the Lotus can feel safe to let the trappings of a princess drift from her grasp. She is enveloped in silk, in the scent of delicate white tea, ripe persimmon, and a refreshing spring rain outside the window.
Home.
Safe
. And in an instant, she is not Teng Lian, daughter of the Dragon, Heaven's blood, Lotus of the Tianlong. She is only a girl, and her throat is tight with tears, face hidden in the veil of Yue's feathery fur and tucked into the shield of her shoulder.
Yue,
is all that bubbles up, wetly, from Lian's lips before she tucks herself tighter into the Empress' shadow. The world has felt a grandiose, wondrous, overwhelming thing for days on end. A thing that both welcomes Lian to witness and discover it, but threatens to consume and overturn her like a shoddy canoe.
I have missed you!
It is true, but Lian is not sure words can truly express the lurch of emotion that floods her now. Joy, grief, fear, excitement, and a thorough sense of exhaustion residing more in her soul than her body.
