"Oh, I understand!" Huaisang smiles cheerfully. "You are like me."
A moment later that smile fades a little, overcome by fatigue and sorrow, but he tries to push through anyway. "I would have liked to live a life of traveling and enjoying culture. My mother named me for that, you see. Huaisang means to hold mulberry leaves, like in order to make silk, or to pluck the sweet berries. And then my father died and then my brother and now my poor sect is stuck with just me trying to run it."
Wrinkling his nose, Huaisang looks down at the ground for a moment, grief clenching around his heart. But he forces himself to brush that aside, giving Loki an apologetic smile and then gesturing for him to walk along. "Come, let's go drink and you must tell me about your travels."
He only takes one step before he realizes he has no idea which way to go to get to his own room, or Loki's, or out of the palace complex to a wine shop.
If he took a moment to actually think, he knows that his actual very good sense of direction would kick in to let him know where he is. So he doesn't allow himself to think. They're somewhere in the gardens. He's genuinely not sure where. "Um. Do you know where we are?"
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A moment later that smile fades a little, overcome by fatigue and sorrow, but he tries to push through anyway. "I would have liked to live a life of traveling and enjoying culture. My mother named me for that, you see. Huaisang means to hold mulberry leaves, like in order to make silk, or to pluck the sweet berries. And then my father died and then my brother and now my poor sect is stuck with just me trying to run it."
Wrinkling his nose, Huaisang looks down at the ground for a moment, grief clenching around his heart. But he forces himself to brush that aside, giving Loki an apologetic smile and then gesturing for him to walk along. "Come, let's go drink and you must tell me about your travels."
He only takes one step before he realizes he has no idea which way to go to get to his own room, or Loki's, or out of the palace complex to a wine shop.
If he took a moment to actually think, he knows that his actual very good sense of direction would kick in to let him know where he is. So he doesn't allow himself to think. They're somewhere in the gardens. He's genuinely not sure where. "Um. Do you know where we are?"