[ Hello, Mr. Xiao, wherever you happen to be on this fine Saturday you'll be interrupted by a seelie whom he might know as Zhongli's companion aka his familiar. The little floating friend sways through the air with a special delivery perched on its "head": what seems to be a small box that would fit in the palm of the Yaksha's hand, and an envelope which Xiao will notice is addressed to him, from Zhongli. ]
[ To be fair, Xiao does not anticipate receiving anything. He finds the practice of celebrating one's day of birth to be quite perplexing. Unneeded.
All the same, he does notice that this is the Archon's familiar. Xiao isn't going to turn it away! That means he is accepting the box and the envelop that comes with it. ]
[ Thank goodness, that sure is a nice weight off of that floaty little body! The seelie gives a pleased wiggle and spin in the air, far more content to be able to move around more freely, before it begins to hover around Xiao insistently. It was instructed to not only make this delivery but make sure it was well accepted.
...so? Look at your gifts, Xiao! Inside the box will be a piece of carved jadeite. The letter, when opened, reads the following: ]
All stone wears with age. The change of this piece has already begun and shall not end until its definition has become lost, and it returns to the dust of this world.
Is it not strange for beings such as ourselves to be so distanced of this concept of life and death, when it is us alone who are so keenly familiar with both. We are no sooner to our end then we are the moment in time we were brought into creation. But there are times where this existence is more distinct than usual. That day, for you, is today.
You care not for mortal trivialities such as the celebration of one's birth, this I know. Regardless of where we are and how we choose to live, what we deign to call ourselves, you shall continue to be as you've been created. If this is so, and you cannot accept this gift, then please accept this offering of peace to the Yaksha known as Xiao, given name by the Archon, Morax. My name has changed, but my memories of those times have not. Just as the sentiment of this stone shall always be as long as you choose to remember.
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All the same, he does notice that this is the Archon's familiar. Xiao isn't going to turn it away! That means he is accepting the box and the envelop that comes with it. ]
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...so? Look at your gifts, Xiao! Inside the box will be a piece of carved jadeite. The letter, when opened, reads the following: ]
All stone wears with age. The change of this piece has already begun and shall not end until its definition has become lost, and it returns to the dust of this world.
Is it not strange for beings such as ourselves to be so distanced of this concept of life and death, when it is us alone who are so keenly familiar with both. We are no sooner to our end then we are the moment in time we were brought into creation. But there are times where this existence is more distinct than usual. That day, for you, is today.
You care not for mortal trivialities such as the celebration of one's birth, this I know. Regardless of where we are and how we choose to live, what we deign to call ourselves, you shall continue to be as you've been created. If this is so, and you cannot accept this gift, then please accept this offering of peace to the Yaksha known as Xiao, given name by the Archon, Morax. My name has changed, but my memories of those times have not. Just as the sentiment of this stone shall always be as long as you choose to remember.
- Zhongli