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WHO: Wen Kexing
WHEN: June
WHAT: Intro things, exploring, that kind of thing!
WHERE: Gazin and probably the surrounding areas
WARNINGS: Anything with Zishu will probably end up either fighting or smut because that's how they roll!

Market:

Walking down the path into Gazin, being introduced to a whole new language...interesting! He only has eyes for one person though on his travels, listening for word of his A-Xu. It's a little warm for his comfort, and he wonders if everything will only backfire. The fan he always carries is open and gently wafting up at his face, free arm tucked at his back as he walks without any sense of hurry. Any who see past the fan will find a young face, contrasting the long white hair, and a slight smirk as if everything amuses him. And, well. It does. All these people! A city!

It's been a while. He doesn't sample anything, only looks as that fan moves gently, tirelessly. If stopped, he'll even smile! But otherwise, listening is just as informative. What cultures are here...

Various shops in Gazin:

Time can slip away, as he knows. Each shop he comes across will get paid a visit, especially the apothecary and Inn. The former to put out feelers for what might do him and Zishu good, a method of healing that even Ye Baiyi's technique and their experimentation in the aftermath wouldn't complete. Oh, it's enough. Was enough where they're from. But Gazin isn't there, and finding a proper place cold enough is a challenge - inconvenient.

Who knows what can be found here? He chats up the workers in each place, charming and cheerful with silly anecdotes and lines from stories that he feels appropriate (even if others might not understand it). And the Inn has him check out the rooms, wondering which will work best.

Vasari

He would be remiss not to check out the local spooky forest, though he has at least borrowed a horse for the trip - just in case he needs a quick escape. And he has the money for it, so why not?

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Wangji blinks slightly at the long head of white hair on what is otherwise a young man, with features that are more along the lines of familiar than most, here. And also... something about the easy smile and conversation which seems ... uncomfortable? Worried?

Wangji has gotten used to, now, people hiding pain and concern behind cheer. He has two of them in his life, one here and the other not.

He steps closer, cupping his hands.

"Lan Zhan, courtesy name Wangji. Is something not right?"

He uses the fan as a distraction, a prop, more than any precise need to remain cool - though it does help there, too. He blinks at the handsome man approaching, but then smiles, shoulders shaking with suppressed laugh, and snaps the fan closed to echo the bow.

An observant man.

"Wen. Wen Kexing."

The smile doesn't fade, but he studies this Lan Wangji.

"It's a little too warm here, I was hoping to find news on a solution." Giving some, but not all, pertinent information. Then a little more, given with a little laugh.

"I might melt!"

Wangji's pale eyes narrow slightly at the surname, but with the lack of reaction to his name, he doubts that there is a connection with the Qishan Wen Sect. He will assume this for now, though proceed with caution.

He also tilts his head at the statement.

"Summer barely begins now. It is probable that it will get much warmer."

He hasn't been here long enough to know for certain, but it is likely.

"You lived in a cold place, before?"

The Cloud Recesses are cool, but they are also in the South. It is very different, he knows, as one goes North - and there are places beyond where he has had reason to travel.

Catching that look, Kexing widens his eyes a little as if asking what was so strange about his last name. But no word is actually made on it, so he sets the oddness aside - it would be one thing if he felt this man knew of his ghosts.

The fan snaps back out and wafts up at his waist again, only partially hiding his face. Not enough for the other man to miss it though. Summer has just started, barely. Not much time then - he can't help but feel unease creep up his spine. It would be one thing if it was just him, but he doubts his soulmate is far behind. And not having a hope of a solution by the time Zishu shows up is just not an option - endangering him simply won't be allowed.

He smiles at the question and nods. "Lots of snow and ice all year round. It's been about twenty years since I've been anywhere warm." Or eaten.

That sacrifice remains well worth it.

... Wangji's eyebrows twitch ever so slightly, but he doesn't frown, doesn't question. Twenty years.

His eyes do turn towards the distant mountains, snow-capped peaks possible to make out beyond the woods.

"Seclusion?" He pauses. "If you wished to be somewhere else, might make the wish useless.

"Perhaps an array built around a house to keep it cold."

Cautiously, because he doesn't know such an array. Yet.

Kexing follows that glance and studies the mountains, noting the familiar sign of at least glaciers at the peaks. They would have to do unless a better solution is found.

The question, and comment that followed, have him smile as he returns his gaze to the other man. "It was a matter of life and death. My A-Xu and I chose life." As for why wish to be elsewhere...this wasn't where he'd meant!

The caution in that suggestion has him hum, fan continuing to lazily waft. "I don't remember any information on such a thing. Once A-Xu shows up, I'll talk to him about it. But we'll have to head to those mountains soon." It's only because his soulmate's life is also on the line that he even admits to such things. And...he has a good feeling about this Lan Zhan.

"What does not exist can be created." Things that he learned from his husband. As long as an idea, a concept occurs, it will probably be possible to make real. With enough skill, knowledge, and work.

"Choose a house before you leave. Even if it cannot be bought yet, it will be better to know exactly what we need to work with."

He pauses.

"You may need to power it at times." Not at all times. He is thinking about a setup like the protective barrier around the Cloud Recesses, about that part. "May need token to enter or leave." Depends on how solid the barrier between the location and the rest of town has to be.

He smiles at that certainty. "Well said," he could come to like this man real fast.

"I have some silver pieces," so, not much at all. "We'll have to figure out what to do to make more, if we're staying." But he can pick out a house, and see about bartering an agreement with whatever owner.

As for powering the spell, he shrugs. "That wouldn't be a problem." But as for there being a spell strong enough that an entrance token would be needed...his soulmate's safety in mind has him nod. "If such a strong spell is recommended, then please, we would be in your debt." He cups his hands before him in silent thanks as well.

Wangji considers carefully.

"Hunting as well as selling herbs and medicines, especially to the druid, would likely bring decent coin. If you go where few go, you would be able to bring more rare items. Should be doable."

He considers for a moment.

"One option is very powerful cold source, cold dissipating as it goes out. Possible, less efficient. Other source, isolate inside and outside, create less powerful sources to bring cold.

"Reversing braziers in a closed house. Better closed, more temperature kept in."

And a house would require doors, and, perhaps, locks.

As to the gratitude, he inclines his head slightly. "When done, then debt can be considered." And likely discarded, because this place takes and gives too suddenly.

He thinks on the suggestions offered, and nods, fan sliding open again to return to wafting. He smiles at Wangji. "Gongzi is very wise, I am very fortunate to have run into you."

As for the spell - Kexing hums, gaze lowering a little as he thinks seriously on it. "The better the cold can be kept in, the safer for the surroundings. We wouldn't want to risk harming others just to preserve our lives - we can live just as happily in the mountains if we must." But he finds he'd like to spend more time with this Lan Wangji, without having rush about worrying about staying fed.

He grins at the mention of debt to be collected later. "Of course. Any time."

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