[ Hua Cheng has often made it his business to know things, for various different reasons. It became a habit very early on, and one he falls back into in this new city without much thought. A bit more difficult to go unnoticed when locked into one shape now, but he's hardly the most unusual thing walking the streets. Most crowds he can pass through without comment, simply to listen.
The topic of ghosts is one he keeps a very close eye out for. They must be somewhere, that much is clear, but even weeks into his new circumstance, he's seen and heard nothing. At least, until he very suddenly does.
They call it a quest, and Hua Cheng simply arches an eyebrow and goes. Whatever it is, it draws his attention in a way a few other things here have.
Which is why he's found himself sitting near the edge of the lake, just far enough away not to draw the spirit's attention but to able to keep her in view. A low-level ghost, he thinks, if she's tied to her supposed place of death. Still dangerous enough, if some of the others he's seen approach only to be attacked are any indication. He's not close enough to hear any of what's said, but he's watching every interaction closely anyway.
Not focused enough, though, not to hear very living footsteps approaching him rather than the lake. He turns enough to compensate for his blindspot, one eyebrow arching as a familiar figure comes into view. ]
[closed] lan xichen - lady in the lake
The topic of ghosts is one he keeps a very close eye out for. They must be somewhere, that much is clear, but even weeks into his new circumstance, he's seen and heard nothing. At least, until he very suddenly does.
They call it a quest, and Hua Cheng simply arches an eyebrow and goes. Whatever it is, it draws his attention in a way a few other things here have.
Which is why he's found himself sitting near the edge of the lake, just far enough away not to draw the spirit's attention but to able to keep her in view. A low-level ghost, he thinks, if she's tied to her supposed place of death. Still dangerous enough, if some of the others he's seen approach only to be attacked are any indication. He's not close enough to hear any of what's said, but he's watching every interaction closely anyway.
Not focused enough, though, not to hear very living footsteps approaching him rather than the lake. He turns enough to compensate for his blindspot, one eyebrow arching as a familiar figure comes into view. ]
Have you come questing, Senior?