[ aw, cute! xie lian is sitting at the edge of the fountain himself, still in his light white robes, though with a new straw hat perched on his head. san lang is in qilin form, a scaled creature that seems to greatly enjoy the heat of the sun - both human and daemon look up to the familiar face. ]
Is it so surprising? An oasis is an oasis, after all. Good afternoon, Mr. Sholmes - I hope Miss Irene is alright?
[ the shoulder bump is allowed! xie lian is very good at resisting urges of any kind, but his bubble is definitely lessened by this wee's strange effect. ]
[ he laughs, a little, scratching his cheek - san lang waves his big tail in irene's direction like he can fan her. ]
Perhaps I have something of an advantage - my kingdom was not far from the Gobi Desert. This place actually reminds me a bit of an oasis country called Banyue, a place I have visited once or twice on my travels.
Truthfully, it is the closest to home we have been, so far, for me. I quite like it.
Mm. It's nice. Truthfully, I like how lively it is, the best, though.
[ as san lang continues fanning, xie lian reaches up and pulls something out from behind his head, absently dipping it in the fountain. ]
The trick is to hydrate often, to wear good clothes, and... [ he then offers whatever he was holding forward! it's a strip of cloth, now wet. ] Put this on the back of your neck.
[ the first part gets a smile and a nod of his head - back when he traveled with feng xin and mu qing, mu qing always knew clever little tricks like this, so, he's picked up a few here and there. living in yong'an has taught him to be a little more resourceful as a person among the common people.
the second question does give him pause, as he considers, fingers twitching. ]
... I'm not sure. [ there's no place like home, really - a wound he's still recovering from. ] It might be nice. But... less so the climate, and more so, the people. If that makes any sense, Mr. Sholmes.
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Is it so surprising? An oasis is an oasis, after all. Good afternoon, Mr. Sholmes - I hope Miss Irene is alright?
[ the shoulder bump is allowed! xie lian is very good at resisting urges of any kind, but his bubble is definitely lessened by this wee's strange effect. ]
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[And a huff.]
You, however, look picture perfect. As if you've always belonged here.
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Perhaps I have something of an advantage - my kingdom was not far from the Gobi Desert. This place actually reminds me a bit of an oasis country called Banyue, a place I have visited once or twice on my travels.
Truthfully, it is the closest to home we have been, so far, for me. I quite like it.
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[Irene twitches her nose, pleased by the waft of cool air.]
Any tips for beating this excessive heat?
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[ as san lang continues fanning, xie lian reaches up and pulls something out from behind his head, absently dipping it in the fountain. ]
The trick is to hydrate often, to wear good clothes, and... [ he then offers whatever he was holding forward! it's a strip of cloth, now wet. ] Put this on the back of your neck.
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[He tilts his head at this, and so does Irene. :O]
Oh! Ohhhh. How ingenious! My dear fellow, you really do have a lot up your sleeves. [looks into future. ba dum tsh] I'll certainly give it a go.
[And a pause.]
I recall you said you traveled. If you wanted to choose a place to stay...would it be a place like this?
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the second question does give him pause, as he considers, fingers twitching. ]
... I'm not sure. [ there's no place like home, really - a wound he's still recovering from. ] It might be nice. But... less so the climate, and more so, the people. If that makes any sense, Mr. Sholmes.