[ That feels like somewhat of a loaded and pointed question. Xiao finally takes a drink of tea. His eyes narrow in thought as the soft chink of cup tapping against the table hits his ears.
What does he make of... ]
It is difficult to put into words. He is a feather that is caught upon the wind. Unable to do more than go with the direction it blows, landing briefly, only to be swept up again. Yet he is also the wind itself, seeing the feather in the breeze and carrying it gently to its next destination. The wind that gives the feather a new place to go and a different journey all while guiding it unseen.
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[ That feels like somewhat of a loaded and pointed question. Xiao finally takes a drink of tea. His eyes narrow in thought as the soft chink of cup tapping against the table hits his ears.
What does he make of... ]
It is difficult to put into words. He is a feather that is caught upon the wind. Unable to do more than go with the direction it blows, landing briefly, only to be swept up again. Yet he is also the wind itself, seeing the feather in the breeze and carrying it gently to its next destination. The wind that gives the feather a new place to go and a different journey all while guiding it unseen.