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Lian · 6/8/2026, 6:00 PM

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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.

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Verdant's Grace

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