#chang'e chimes in

[yue-the-moons-child]

Woahhhh I didn't know there's more people like meeee...

That's because your the daughter of a Buddhist goddess, that's the child of a Chinese Goddess. To-may-to, To-ma-to. Hi, either way.

-Sammy and Elijah from DLC (@damiedantediane)

Oh- OH MY MOM PEOPLE LIKE ME-

"Oh, my mom?"

sorry mom- HIIIIIII I AM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOUUUU

Oh my me- not more kids

sun, be nice.

[yearnstarved]

─── ⋆ THE WINE'S AROMA PRECEDED ITS POUR. Similarly a memory preceded Chang'e's response. For all the ways she hated being someone's wife, being Hou Yi's wasn't without its benefits. Few of the consorts wanted to do more than lift a finger after earning their new title. Of that small group, even fewer managed to trained in the way of their shared Lord's craft.

She lifted the filled up to her nose first. With a whiff, she understood why Zoro chose to spend his time here with his jug that chimed with enchantment. She downed it behind the curtain of her long sleeve. "Good wine," she remarked.

"In my hometown, we were people of the plateau skilled in the ways of archery," Chang'e recalled. "Back then, I couldn't even draw back my grandfather's bow, let alone kill a rabbit in the forest. When I left home, I knew I'd never be good enough to shoot suns out the sky. But I'd settle for shooting my husband if it came to that."

The white cup was placed back down gingerly and with appreciation for the wine offered. "I still practice. Not much to hunt up on the moon but there isn't much to do outside of running the palace." Her head tilted inquisitively. "Do you shoot?"

One brow arched, his attention shifting to goddess at the mention of archery. She....had never struck him as the kind interested in the art or war or even learning how to use a weapon. Guess you could never tell from just looking at someone. Though now that she mentioned it he could see it clearly. A fact that had him asking once her elegant song had ended. "Do you still practice archery?"

The question slipped out before he even realized that it had. Someone who'd sought out opponents wasn't the kind to give up on an art like that easily, yet he'd never heard of her fighting with a bow. It would be a shame if she'd had or had been forced to.

Shifting as he waited for the question to be answered he caused a cup to appear, summoning it with his spiritual power and then pouring out a serving for her from the jug of wine he was drinking. It was enchanted to never empty, thus he had no need to look for new wine unless he desired a new flavor.

Offering the cup to her he shifted back to his lounged position as he waited to hear more on her time as an archer.

[warbornhq]

welcome to trasnavda , tseng chang’e ! be ready to present yourself to the king in 24 hours , follow the checklist and keep your wits about you . jing tian is now taken !

jing tian . cis woman . she/hers . wasn’t that tseng chang'e walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the master of law out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they are notoriously shrewd, whilst also managing to be quite wily. the thirty-five year old is eager to explore iarna keep. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit ( toxigenesis ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of silver jewelry adorning the fingers and hair - gently chiming as she moves, elegance like the flow of a river and just as deadly as a riptide, & a knowing smile always lingering at the corners of painted lips suggesting knowledge in a great secret. great to see the venomous around, isn’t it ? 

[zhxngweiascian]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 — ❛ 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧.

ᴛᴡ: ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴀɪɴ.

He had no idea when the last time he slept this well. The scents of jasmine and orange blossoms were a dulcet lull to dreamland, his skin gently caressed with the light breeze that wafted in from the open windows, bringing with it soothing caresses to his skin and a cocoon of peace. Finally.

The voices in his head had subdued for once, having tired themselves out and albeit the whispers that were still a redundancy in his mind, the welcoming sleep from the night before was more than enough to keep the dreams alive. Nightmares often picked at his soul, stripping everything and leaving only his darkest bits open but dreams, as wonderful and euphoric as this, were rare. But he would welcome them with open arms. for in these sparse moments did he find genuine happiness. Even in deep sleep, he knew he had to bask in it for as long as he could. After all, he never knew when that wretched thing called fate would snatch the bubble of momentary yet very real piece of heaven.

The city of Zhòngdiăn was particularly beautiful in summer; the sun never seemed to stop shining and it seemed like Xihe, the sun goddess was content in blessing the kingdom with her splendid rays but should Chang'e bring forth her chariot and pull the moon with it, the city would never dwindle it's joy. Even in summer, it seemed like the snow loved the trees and fields, kissing them in tender snowflakes before sticking to the ground. The sight brought a smile to the man's visage as he looked down onto the village from the balcony he stood on, watching the little waif-like creatures frolic about the youthful lake where the water kissed the shore. Squeals of joy filled the air, joining the orchestra of merchants that begged to try a dried persimmon or attempt to barter for a faux jade hairpin, wave crashes and so forth. So this is what joy felt like. He'd learned that the world was called something akin to heaven, for it's beauty and the omnipresent joy but Ji'an begged to differ— happiness laid in the small things the day brought forth, like the first sip of báijiǔ shared from the same glass as one's lover, like sweet words of promises whispered in their ears, like the birth of a child and so on. It was the innocence that he loved the most. For innocence should be protected at all cost.

Ji'an, who was now a man with a fresh slate and identity, found himself lost in his own thoughts, wrenched out of his haze by the gentle touch on his bare skin, arms wrapping around his naked waist from the back. He chuckled, leaning into the embrace, welcoming the onslaught of kisses that rained along the line of his shoulder.

"Did you sleep well, xīngān?" he asked in a calm yet sweet baritone, such a stark contrast from the cold and monotonous tone he was known for. Euphonious laughter twinkled in his ear, the chime of words causing him to join her laughter.

"I always do in your arms, my love. But have You rested?" she retorted softly yet the worry that underlined her tone was enough to make him sigh. He lifted her arms from his torso so he could turn around in her embrace in turn taking her in the cage of his own. Resuming the position she had put herself in, he enveloped a muscled arm around her waist, the other reaching up so he could cup her cheek. The calloused pad of his thumb brushed against the plump flesh gently in featherlight caresses, committing the feeling of her skin on his to memory. He did not know when he would be able to do this again.

She sighed, her own hands flitting up so she could wrap them around his shoulders. When she wound her fingers in his hair to draw her body against his, he stilled for breath, and she knew, as he knew, that they were lost. Lost forever. In this kiss that would change everything and give them both a little hope for their tomorrow. She pressed another kiss to his lips for a moment longer before reluctantly letting go, sadness etched upon her pretty face. He could not bear to see the sadness etched upon the plains of her visage; it broke his heart, especially when he had vowed to bring her nothing but happiness. And should she want it, he would bring her the stars and even the moon, Gods be damned.

"When do you leave?" she continued, fingers beginning to brush soft locks of unruly hair back from his face.

His grip tightened around her, almost crashing her to his chest as the words flit out of his mouth before he knew it. "Come with me, Yue. Together, we will see the world far beyond the walls and snow of this place. Just the two of us."

Ying Yue sighed, her touch dropping from his body. "You know i cannot do that, my love. I have a duty to this place first before i am anything else."

"Even being my wife?"

"My soul sees it's equal in you. But do not ever speak of stealing me away. I am not yours to do as you will."

His features smoothed knowingly. 'How right you are. You are not mine.' He dropped his palm from her cheek to his chest, placing his palm right over his heart in vow. 'I am yours.”

Ying Yue closed her eyes in defeat and slid her palms to his chest. then she reached behind him in an embrace of sandalwood and sun and as if pulled by both magnets and fragments of her soul, he wrapped both his arms around her, and they stood together under the wooden roof of the little home they had built in this village, with the indecipherable art of love poems giving silent testament to what they were— such misplaced faith of a boy with an erratic soul and a girl with innocence that painted the world beautifully.

No, there would definitely be a tomorrow for them. He trusted fate for it. Even if he left to give the world what he could, he would always find his way home to her. He always did.

But perhaps he had put too much trust in fate, cast the heavens on such a high pedestal that he had overlooked what he really was.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝟸 ʏᴇᴀʀs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, 𝟷𝟷𝟻𝟾.

There was just one moon. that familiar, yellow, solitary and ugly moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the moon that rose — a gleaming, round saucer— over the calm surface of lakes, that tranquilly beamed down on the rooftops of fast-asleep houses. The same moon that brought the high tide to shore, that softly shone on the fur of animals and enveloped and protected travelers at night. The moon that, as a crescent, shaved slivers from the soul— or, as a new moon, silently bathed the earth in its own loneliness. The moon had been observing the earth close-up longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring - and all of the acts carried out - on this earth. But the moon remained silent; it told no stories. All it did was embrace the heavy past with a cool, measured detachment. on the moon, there was neither air nor wind. Its vacuum was perfect for preserving memories unscathed. No one could unlock the heart of the moon.

He had come to the conclusion that it was that same unlock-able heart of the moon that had made it so cold and unforgiving, filled with a sort of violence that only seemed to feed her joy and nothing else. The moon wasn't always the perfect companion she made herself out to be. Especially not when there were times in a beast's life where one wrong motion cost someone their entire precious life.

"You destroy me and then you kiss me. You give me a reason to hate you and then you give me a reason to love you. Is this a lie or the truth? Is this a ploy or your heart reaching for me?" Yue cried, tears streaming down her beautiful face. From where he stood in their bedroom, he could see how the drops of sadness that fell incessantly on her cheek caught the moonlight, twinkling at him in a morose manner.

Ji'an raised a hand to his brow, rubbing at the part where his brows had formed a frown in an attempt to ease the headache that had began to form there. It felt like the war had left him with a permanent pulse in his head, just like how the withered look in his eyes. He appeared older than the 27 summers he was, perhaps an aftermath of long days that morphed into years out on a battefield, fighting for a home he didn't have anymore.

"You know Zhòngdiăn isn't safe for you anymore, xīngān." xīngān, the term coined poetically that meant one's heart and liver. She meant more to him, but alas, he was a man who only knew words.

He cleared his throat, beginning to speak again despite all he wanted to do was go to bed. "I cannot protect you if you're here, yue.."

The full moon scoffed, watching from the sky and shone her moon rays to the lovers, bathing them in the ethereal light of doom. Ji'an sighed, his fingers curling onto themselves and into a fist in an attempt to tame the fire that had begun building in his veins.

"Do you want to protect me from the battlefield? Do you want your unborn child in a city where nothing but war wages around us?" she cried again, her hands automatically moving to her stomach to cradle the little bump that had formed there.

"It's better you're there where i can reach you in minutes! Both you and xiao!" he couldn't help the growl that reverberated in his throat, the sound bouncing off the cold air in echoes. It startled the love of his life who automatically took a step back— she'd always known what he was but at that very moment, she didn't see the man she loved. Only a beast who threatened to overcome the man that dared fight it.

"J-Ji'an?" she murmured in a stutter, trying her best to sound calm but he had always been able to pick up the tones in her voice that spoke volumes more than she did. He took a step back, raising a hand to stop her from coming any closer.

"Don't." don't come near. leave. run. he wanted to say. yell.

His breath was labored, goosebumps forming on his skin despite how he had begun to sweat. The fire rushed at him harder and he gasped, the sound choked. He heard her voice, distorted and with deafening loudness. His entire body had begun burning, down to his bones and then to the very bits of his soul until he had nothing remaining. It was the pricks of a thousand and one needles, laced with a rattlesnake's poison that pierced through his skin. it was a million ants that crawled onto his skin, the constant drip of water onto his forehead, the incessant frostbites at his toes— so it felt like. The pain was excruciating for the man who begged for it to cease but the pain that was fueled by the flame in his veins only burst, much to the pleasure of the moon.

He unleashed what had been trying to escape with a roar, one that shook the village of Zhòngdiăn awake. He could feel his jaw hurt, fangs beginning to protrude from gums and stretching past his upper lip. A howl followed the rip of clothes, muscles tearing into sinewy ones and nails elongating in claws so sharp it cut through the air with a whoosh just like his sword. He should have been looking where he had grappled at the air, trying to soothe his own veins. And it was only when a soft gasp, almost inaudible in the midst of his beast's cries, resonated in his ear that the pain ceased once and for all that night but instead replaced his soul with something far more wretched.

Ying Yue laid in a puddle of her own blood, her nimble and pale fingers clutching at her stomach despite how her chest had been clawed. The man had returned, in a mess of blood and sweat and fear as he scrambled to his knees to his wife. His arms reached for her, hoping it was all a dream and in fact, she was simply laying in bed waiting for him. But the sputter of blood as she tried to speak told him otherwise as he cradled her to his chest. His vision blurred, prickling with tears of a thousand and one emotions until they fell onto his cheeks like waterfalls of despair and he could feel his heart breaking into an infinite amount of glass shards, all prickling and ruining at him from the inside.

"I.. am okay," Ying Yue gasped, her own pools of embers sparkling in the moonlight. "We... okay." We... his son and her.

Ji'an shook his head, his fingers tightening onto her body. "I'm sorry, xīngān. Forgive me-" it hurt to look at her visage which had begun curving into a smile so he buried his face into her hair, inhaling her scent and praying -begging- that this the Heavens took mercy on him. His ears picked up the sound of her heart, how it skipped a couple of beats until it had begun falling into a very dull pattern. Gods, what had he done?

"yǒu yuán qiān lǐ lái xiāng huì.."

and she was gone. with only the promise that fate has them meet from a thousand miles away.

Ji'an had no idea how long he sat there, in a mess of blood and tears, unwilling to let go of his wife and the love of his life. It could have been days that passed, perhaps even years and eons and he wouldn't know. The pain was all too consuming to do anything else. it was a fitting punishment for a monster. To want something so much— to hold it in your arms — and know beyond a doubt you will never deserve it. He did not deserve her.

So he raised his head, eyes that filled to the brim with fresh tears and pointed all the hatred and pain he could manage at that moment to the moon and howled. With loss, in sorrow and despair, in anger and hopelessness... if only he wasn't an animal.

[jackielanternart]

Smite Subtle design choices I like:

-Neith's tatoos light up. - Height differences. - Chronos looks like he's made of clock parts. - Nox's dress is represented as the night sky with stars. - Chang'es head dress - The Morrigan has thick thighs and soft belly pudge, with small boobs. - The irradescence on Khepri's wings - FABRIC PHYSICS. - The purple eye makeup on Awilix. - Izanami's head remaining stationary while the rest of her body twirls under it. - The little butterfly that flies out of Terra's hands. - Cu Chulainn starts giving off steam in his body when he's ready to go berserk. - The ground freezes wherever Skadi steps. - Each character has a personality. - The scars on Loki's face from snake venom. - The fact that they can construct a solid character and kit from vague mythology figures who hardly have any info. - The detail of the maps. When was the last time you looked at the floating islands in the Joust map, or the sky in the Assault map? - Use of color and textures. - The abilities have unique sound effects that you can identify and alert you even if you can't see them. - Some gods can fly and those few moments in the air above everyone is something else. - The little wind chimes you hear when flying around as Jing Wei. - The heart beat pounding in your ear when you're Thanatos and you can execute someone. - The Lobby music - The snow in the Assault map Actually crunches under your feet. - The Galaxy skins - Character outfits aren't just thrown together. You can see where each piece is being held down, muscles under the fabric, And everything has been rigged well to "flow". Not jerk awkwardly. - The scales on Nu Wa's shoulders, sides and thighs. - Freya's armor reflects light like a rainbow. She's a walking Aurora. - Kumbahkarna and Ganesha's henna patterns. - The swirly print on Apollo's tunic thing. - That little Swan dive Sobek does during his ult. - The way Raijin is tapping his foot a lot. - Amaterasu sheathing her sword. Susano scratching himself, looks at his nails, goes "WTF?" and quickly looks back to see what the heck was on his skin. - Hel's "naughty" finger wave. - Medusa's yandere laugh - Bellona stretching her neck and shoulders. - Hearing your bones crunch when Fenrir grabs you. - Ah Puch's creepy mouth *chitter* I could go on. It's completely okay to like something but still have critisims or ideas for improvement. And what you may enjoy might be different from what other people enjoy. Liking the designs and aesthetics in games that other people hate doesn't make you less intelligent or give you an "inferior" eye for detail. Finding things to enjoy is a good thing. Enjoy what you enjoy and don't let others make you feel bad for it.

[queenmothermp]

To learn that her request would be met in this very moment--and by Chang'e herself--Xiwangmu was absolutely delighted. Had she known prior to her visit to the shelter today that she would be leaving with two new additions to her residency, then she would have made arrangements prior! But alas, this spur of the moment decision resulted in a soft chuckle to herself and a shake of her head at her own spontaneity as she retrieved her phone to quickly send a text to her assistant in order to make preparations for their new wards. Nevertheless, she was more than happy to follow along, tucking the phone away once she had confirmation that her assistant would handle the arrangements.

"Then it is lovely to have your assistance personally," she chimed with a warm smile. As they walked, she continued to listen to the younger goddess discuss her experiences at the Yao Guai apartments. Living at her own residence on the edge of the district, she was curious to know how well the other deities got along with one another, living in the same space--but more importantly, she was interested in learning how Chang'e was faring, given she had been isolated for so long.

Overall, it pleased Xiwangmu to learn the goddess appeared to be adjusting well, that the space was peaceful, that the others appeared to be at the very least amicable with one another. And, most of all, that there appeared to be no animosity as of yet among the others. "That is a relief to hear," he said with a nod, glad to know that--at least so far--the island seemed to be the sanctuary it boasted to be. At least. So far. "If you ever do happen to encounter something unpleasant, please do not hesitate to contact me for assistance. That is why I am here after all."

Chang'e truly valued her employees, they worked hard and she always looked upon them with pride. Such good people... she's lucky to have a skilled crew, even with just the two of them and the other staff who helped out when needed.

The younger goddess smiled more as Xiwangmu's gaze brightened with the mention of the two cats fitting her request. She had confidence that the fit would be perfect or at the very least it could become that way in a very short amount of time. The older goddess just seemed like the type, especially when her request was fairly specific to the two cats.

"It's perfectly fine! Even if I was busy, my staff can handle themselves without me for a bit. Especially if it's setting up our sweet but difficult for the average customer babies with a permanent family. But just this way, they're a little towards the back at the moment. It's the most comfortable spot for them right now." She gestured for the other goddess to follow, making her way towards the cats once she had done so.

"Hmm, it's not too bad. It's nice to have activity to be quite honest. But it is fairly peaceful, everyone seems to get along? Or at least I haven't witnessed any animosity amidst the other residents so far."

[yue-the-moons-child]

Greetings! I am Yue, Child of Changé, Archer of the moon (not Artemis but she is a great auntie)

ask me about my journey, sneak peeks into my life, behind the scenes of my book, or rp with me!

Powers: Gravity-defying (Gravity will not affect them whenever they want, or if untrained it will happen at random times in emotional bursts), Talking to bunnies, Light water manipulation, only when the moon is at its fullest, Energy absorption through moonlight.

Weapon: Bow and arrow and a sword

My mother turned into the moon, thats rough buddy- (SORRY MOM-): Chang'e

Apparently Sun Wukong wants to join so here- : Sunny boi

NEZHA! Camp Skys Patron god and creator of the camp!: Forever young

Macaque, the fuckin shadow monkey: Emo sun BIT-

I sound like this!

How to submit an oc! (in reblogs or asks or in the Camp Sky blog :D @camp-sky-heaven-on-earth)

No opness, unless it's Sun Wukongs kid you can put a smidge of opness but not too much-

No romance with any of the gods please they will remain platonic-

demon ocs are accepted :D

just have fun :D

Name: Height: Godly parent: Claimed or unclaimed: Powers: Preferred weapon Personality: Physical description: (Optional) Background lore and plans for lore: (Optional) Picture of your oc:

[queenmothermp]

Perhaps someday, Wang Yanluo would learn that he could lower his guard completely with Xiwangmu and still be completely safe. Her sincerity went to the depths of her being, resonated throughout herself as well as the entirety of Kunlun. She kept her paradise safe both physically and spiritually. But she would not fault him to always maintain some semblance of walls; Xiwangmu understood the nature of his own realm and she would not press on the matter. She respected him too much for that.

And perhaps that was a demonstration of the most frightening power she had--the fact that she COULD do something, oh, how very easily she could force someone to do something...but just the sheer fact that she did not, that she made the choice not to--the not only demonstrated the respect she had toward her fellow deity, but the understanding and empathy she felt, the depths of her care toward him...without having to speak a word.

And if her undivided attention stroked his ego, may it stroke even further as her focus remained, a gentle and sincere eagerness encompassing her desire to learn more about him, to know him, because she had been delighted to have established and maintained this new rapport they had found and, dare she say it, thoroughly enjoy the company of this lord of hell. The irony of their amicable relationship did not escape her; in fact, she found it rather endearing.

"I can imagine," she said of Chang'e's loveliness. "And fortunate to have equally lovely neighbors." Flattery? Yes. But sincere, because she did rather enjoy Wang Yanluo's company and would not have offered the compliment if she thought otherwise.

However, her pleasant smile faded into one of pleasant shock, her eyes widening slightly as he appeared to down the rest of his cup in its entirety, her lashes fluttering a bit in surprise at the boldness; goodness, she didn't quite know how to interpret THAT. And she sat in stunned silence for a couple beats as she watched that Adam's apple bob and swallow...and then, perhaps, he received a desired effect as the bell-like laughter bubbled from her lips for a moment, resonating with a warm chime throughout the office.

"More tea?" she offered, hand moving in a graceful gesture to the pot and, if agreed, she would happily pour him a fresh cup. But it was then that she realized she had yet to try those rice balls--how easily it had slipped her mind that this had been the reason of his visit in the first place, how easily she had been distracted by his company!

As conversation resumed, she nodded upon learning of Chang'e's feelings of obligation toward the demigods. "She sits on the Council, that is expected; though I suspect it comes naturally to her, to look out for the best interests of others." After all, the woman had sacrificed her mortality and marriage to the love of her life to prevent an evil man from obtaining immortality...of which she was certain Wang Yanluo was aware, after all, once that man had died, he had to pass through the lord of hell's domain. Xiwangmu trusted that man received his just punishment at the hands of Wang Yanluo and continued to do so.

She nodded upon hearing the name of her counterpart's new employee; Huachang, what a lovely name. But her smile faded a bit into an expression of gentle, motherly concern upon hearing the poor young man had been injured! "The poor dear. I hope he understands that he may come here to Asclepius for treatment any time. We have a lovely team of physical therapists who are more than willing to help. Though I understand that many feel nervous in hospital settings and may not feel comfortable with that option...still, we are here, and our therapists do make house calls," she assured him. Not that she hoped to speed along the demigod's recovery to leave Wang Yanluo without his employee, but rather she was concerned for any of their residents living in pain or illness.

Finally, she took to allowing her curiosity getting the better of her. Time to try the tangyuan that he had made, but much like the tea, she did not intend to enjoy this on her own. As he continued to speak, she took to serving the rice balls in two small bowls with matching spoons. She did smile at the mention of Chang'e's diligence toward the care of demigods, at her own dedication to her patients. "I suppose that is just a natural gift we possess," she replied with gentle honesty. "Just as you have your own natural talents." She did not expand further on this, of course; it could be left to interpretation. As zhenren, she was perfectly aware of the importance of balance and respected his position and abilities. They may be opposites in many aspects, but they were also alike in others; again, with good balance.

When he claimed he was a solitary person, she nodded. "Of course," she acknowledged with tenderness in her tone; Xiwangmu herself, however, was accustomed to being surrounded by quite the entourage, to the point that she hardly seemed bothered at all by crowds; but she could understand his more solitary nature. She smiled a bit more at learning he had, indeed, been to the mountains. Her estate had a lovely view of them and she found herself wondering if perhaps on one of the many occasions she gazed out to the peaks, he had been out there as well. A pleasant thought that brought a small and secretive smile to her lips as she continued to listen.

As she lifted her bowl of tangyuan, she caught that twinkle in his eyes, however, and for a moment she thought to herself 'how lovely'; had that twinkle always been there? But that tease, oh, she did not consider it a tease at all; instead, that warm and genuine smile curved her lips as she regarded him with a soft sincerity. "Wang Yanluo, you spoil me," she countered. "Let's see how your confections compare to the sweetness of your words," she added with a playful and delicate scrunch of her nose before directing her attention to the spoon as she captured one of the rice balls within a bit of broth.

A careful lift of the spoon, touching her lips, eyes rose to meet his own gaze as teeth sank into the chewy surface; a quiet suckle brought the bite into her mouth along with the not-too-sweet broth and she lowered the remaining portion in the spoon to the bowl as she allowed her tongue to savor the flavors of the filling blending with broth and glutinous skin. A soft but evident expression of enjoyment illuminated her face as she began to chew, a slow and singular nod of approval as she hummed. "Mmm...that is pleasant. Well done."

yanluo would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the little sounds of happiness he managed to draw from xiwangmu. the feeling was definitely surreal as his memories of the goddess were in stark contrast to the woman that was sitting before him right now. in the past, she had been just as kind as she was this day but more guarded and more serious. she had been regal like she was now as well, but definitely regarded herself as above many of the visitors to kunlun.

having met her on equal grounds on the island has so far been delightful, and yanluo thought back to the goddess' reaction when he'd first complimented her on the change she'd undergone. her reaction to his words were sweet, bashful even and honestly, it had excited yanluo greatly to see that. ever since then, he'd wondered if he would be able to elicit a similar reaction out of the goddess.

he would certainly try if an opportunity presented itself!

xiwangmu's laughs and chuckles were melodious, soft and gentle in the way the sounds caressed wang yanluo's ears pleasantly. her calm demeanour lulled the god into a sense of security he was sure was granted and genuine. not to say that he'd lowered his guard completely, oh no. after all, they were still opposites in many meanings of the word - and a god was smart to always remain vigilant when in the presence of another.

but it was certainly addictive to have the queen mother's undivided attention on him. to watch as those sparkly eyes looked at him, and him only for the time being. to notice how she absorbed every tidbit of information he was willing to give her. he watched as she accepted that he wouldn't answer all her questions, and yanluo's ego was stroked knowing that he could make the queen goddess submit in the sense that she wouldn't poke and prod any further. she did not use her status to force any truths out of him, and yanluo respected her for that.

"chang'e is certainly lovely." yanluo answered one of the goddess' many questions. he allowed a pause to stretch after that, his sharp gaze still on xiwangmu as he once again lifted the cup with fine tea to his lips. he hid a smirk behind it as he took one sip before breaking eye contact with xiwangmu and tipping the cup as he threw his head back, downing the last of the tea - his adam's apple bobbing gently.

when he moved both his cup and head forward again, the smirk was gone but replaced with the same kind smile he'd worn earlier. the god set the cup down carefully before sliding further back into his seat and throwing one leg over the over. he leant his elbows down on the arm rests and stapled his fingers together before continuing speaking.

"she is quiet and insecure but very caring as well, i noticed. she seems to feel responsible for many of the chinese demigods. i appreciate that." yanluo hummed, nodding along with his words. "to return to your question about my own current charge; the boy's name is huachang and he injured his leg which meant he had to find temporary work that better suited his circumstances. he's a quiet one as well, and listens to what i say so i do find it pleasing to have him around."

but eventually the mute demigod would be leaving him, at which time yanluo would have to be on the lookout for new staff members.

"i don't know how chang'e manages to take care of so many demigods though.. or even how you manage to take care of your patients so well. granted i know i am a fairly good boss to have around and my staff do let me know from time to time but.. it's different from taking some of them under your wing. you asked me if davina could maybe become my apprentice. i would be fine with that, but as you know.. i am a solitary person naturally." yanluo said, the look in his eyes gaining a faraway quality as he glanced down at the empty cup on the coffee table.

"i prefer my own company.. i spend a lot of time in skadi's mountains indeed. so yes, i have been.. they're beautiful though cold, but necessary for some quiet and peace of mind." glancing back at xiwangmu, the twinkle returned to the god's eyes - warm and teasing. "but i must admit.. present company is just as soothing to the mind as the winds of the mountains."