You came when you could. That's enough. There had been no decision to do so on Lian's end. It was merely the Dragon's breath, pushing her gently along the path she was meant to take. But she knew if she had woken up that morning to find her father absent - yes, she would have arrived here sooner or later anyway. Nothing would have stopped her. If I didn't tell you to sit up straight, Nǎinai ('paternal grandmother') Lian pursed her lips at him, so as to mask a mischievous smile fighting to crease her features. build on it. To be acknowledged for her accomplishments as Lian , not as a mirror of the best parts of those who'd created her. I know. She replied, voice steady. Did that mean Fen was here, too? Lian gave a little sigh of relief, sinking deeper into the waters until they lapped at her chin. Shenlei urged her to hurry with her impromptu bath. Lian let her paws curl up from the pebbled bottom of the pool so her head could sink beneath the ripples, before climbing out with a few brisk steps. Her coat streamed water, but a firm shake left her with only damp spikes of red-tinged fur to tidy as she walked. Too bad there's nothing to be done about you, even before the swamp got a hold of you. She snarked back, laughter lining every word.
