[Oof. That soft expression definitely makes him regret asking, and he averts his eyes, busying himself with grabbing a mug and sniffing at it tentatively.]
Me too. I mean, the twin sister part. I don't know if it ran in the family or not...?
[He frowns, actually thinking about that for maybe the first time. The concept of "runs in the family" is kinda weird and foreign, but he doesn't know how to explain it, nor does he really want to. How do you say "my parents were part of a non-religious cult that held lotteries to decide whose genetic material would be used to produce communally-raised kids, which isn't really conducive to tracking family history"?]
[A truly paranoid and deranged person told him that once. He also became one of Dipper's psuedo-uncles in a previous world. Dipper misses Xerxes Break.]
The easier you can roll with weird stuff the better off you'll be, honestly. Maybe once we're sure you're not about to experience Turbo-Death I'll show you what my weird blood magic does.
[And with that he will lead the way! He takes them out the side door to the parlor, pretty much everything around them is woods. Dipper does a quick pass to make sure none of the frost ghosts are around before he motions to Danny.]
Straight into the trees should be fine? Just make sure to face away from the house.
[That uncertainty tells him enough, that maybe this guy doesn't know very much about the rest of his family, which paints a picture.]
It tends to be genetic. [He offers without prying into anything Dys might not want to talk about. Luckily that bout of melancholy seems to pass with the thought of talking about mutual twin sisters.]
[Dipper picks up his own mug, since honestly hot tea had sounded like a good idea.]
But that's cool. [Genuinely.] My name's Dipper, by the way. Sorry for not introducing myself yet. What's yours?
[It sounds like the sort of thing Tang would dwell on a lot and overthink. Which means it's the kind of thing Dys would kinda prefer to not think about at all.]
Dys.
[He finally takes a sip of the tea and makes a face.]
It's...pretty herbal.
[Warm, though. Warm is good right now. He shrugs and continues sipping at it.]
That's correct. I am from Terra, what I believe is widely considered "earthlike" by others. There are some here from a world of sentient cookies, and others from a land entirely composed of arid badlands. It varies rather heavily.
Ah — yes, those are new to me, too. We have a clutch of baby dragons here who offer blessings that partially transform whoever they bestow them upon, and while trying to play with them, I stumbled into one by accident.
[Sip.]
The feathers are not part of it. Those are native to my race, known as "Liberi" — you can think of us like bird people without the flight. [Until now, where he has very clear wings hanging out of his coat. He had to tear holes into the back of said coat for this, thank you baby dragons.] Ah, and my name is Gnosis — sorry, introductions tend to be forgotten with me.
Yeah, I think chamomile is some kind of flower. I think there's a few other ingredients ...like something called feverflower? I was having some headaches a few weeks ago and the healer types I know recommended it.
[So yeah, it's a little bit medicinal. Sorry man.]
Anyway, Heimr at the general store probably has like, actual normal tea you can get. The weather hasn't exactly let up since the beginning of the month, but once you're ready to leave, I can show you how to get to town.
[Yeah that one tends to make people pretty uncomfortable—]
You don't feel warm? You're right by the fire. [Huh. Hm... uh.] Any idea how long you were out there? I bet you were worse off than I thought when I grabbed you. ...also, do you prefer tea, hot chocolate, or hot apple cider?
[ Well, he's heard of dragonets being tameable but this is certainly a new one. Granting blessings that gift physical changes. And yet, doesn't Bahamut gift him wings when he calls upon him? Might as well accept dragonets doing the same.
And yeah his eyes go to the wings at "without the flight". Sips his tea. Mmhm. ]
Clive. Don't worry about it.
[ Liberi. Aldric's Grove. Dragon blessings. He frowns thoughtfully into the distance, parsing it all. ]
Not at all. Asking is certainly a way to find out and gauge the differences between this place and my home, however.
[This place more closely resembles a village in Mondstadt than Liyue, so he is anticipating this at least, but you know know! He could be pleasantly surprised.]
[ The young lady certainly seems to be caught in thought, even if just for a second. Jiaoqiu doesn't let it show on his face, though. He hadn't seen a flicker of recognition, so he will just proceed as if they don't know each other. Truth be told, he doesn't, really - he only knows of her, and of what happened on the Luofu. ]
A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Tingyun.
[ He folds his hand over his abdomen, bowing just slightly at the hips. ]
I am the the Xianzhou Yaoqing's military healer. If you find you aren't feeling well, please do feel free to drop by. There are several here that heal, but I am the only one familiar with Foxian biology. For obvious reasons, I'm sure.
[ Baizhu is lucky, honestly, that someone is out here to find him. With the weather as frightful as it is, the only reason that Jiaoqiu is out at all is to look for those that may be stranded. He isn't the best person to be looking, of course, and likely shouldn't have gone out alone, but... Well, if he finds someone stranded, then he won't be alone, will he?
The burst of green contrasts enough with the snow that it catches his attention. But this isn't someone that's wandering. This form is prone, and likely freezing. Possibly dead.
He makes his way to the body on the ground, kneeling quickly to inspect it. Still warm, but barely. A splash of blood on the snow... an injury? Or something internal? No time to find out now - this person is going to freeze to death if they don't get indoors quickly.
So, he gently pats the man's face, letting his flames light into his fan and gently fanning warm air around him to stave off the worst of the cold. ]
Hello there. Are you all right? I'm afraid this is no place for a nap.
[It takes a moment for him to rouse. The contact to his face almost does nothing, but the sudden warmth from the fan causes him to stir. There is brief movement, as his arms pull the bundle of fabric closer to his chest, but then, finally-]
...glasses-
[They are...somewhere. Lost them probably when he dropped like a sack of potatoes. He cracks a single golden snake-like eye open to groggily look around. Did someone find him...? Ough this cold is unbearable.]
[ Glasses... Jiaoqiu looks around, feeling in the snow with his fingers. It's difficult to see well in such poor conditions, but-- ah! There! His fingers clasp around cold metal, and he lifts them to show them. ]
Here. I've found them. Can you sit up? We need to get you inside.
[ The Xianzhou ships may not have weather like this, but he's heard of frostbite, and it does not sound pretty. ]
...Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't know... [ Shuffles awkwardly. ] It's, um... interesting, at least. Since Ain and Flamebringer don't really get along that well... but they're still amiable for my sake, I think.
If you ever wanted to stay over, though, I would be alright with that. Obviously, you'd have to check with Ain, since I imagine you'd be staying in his room, but... I can at least promise Flamebringer won't bother you too much.
[ In his experience as a military healer, he's heard worse. If there's one thing he is inclined to overlook, it's humiliating or otherwise strange noises from patients in pain. ]
Not to worry. Take my hand. I'll help you up.
[ Jiaoqiu gets back to his feet, holding out his hand. His boots dig into the snow, but he should be able to maintain his footing. ]
[He is grateful for this mans indescretion, honestly. With one arm protectively holding that bundle to him still, he slides his glasses back on and reaches out with his other.]
[While he does put some weight on Jiaoqiu to stand, he does not weigh very much to begin with, and hopefully won't pull him down by accident. He's clearly not very stead on his feet and he absently wipes his mouth once he's let go.]
Can you draw? It might be easier if people know what to look for visually, and also cover your bases in case the same thing is called something different in other places.
I've heard of them before, just...never been able to try it.
[Such herbs were not among the precious selection of Earth plants the Stratospheric brought along on its one-way trip. That space was generally reserved for crops and a few of the Chief Cultivator's favorite flowers.]
[This is so novel! So fascinating! It's never been this cold! He's never felt this sort of chill. And it certainly isn't spark snow. Spark snow doesn't blow and blizzard around like this. All the more interesting!]
[Heedless to the issues, the hazards, of a human body in these temperatures - how could he really know? He'd accessed digital media, rather than medical texts or files. And sure, there was probably medical dramas in there somewhere, but those were duller than cultural ones! Anyway. He's utterly swept away by the novelty of it all.]
[... He's so thrilled, he doesn't even bother trying to hide as he hears footsteps near him. Hiding would be more difficult, now, wouldn't it? This isn't Vertumna. Sorry, Dys, Symbiosis is spinning in a circle in the trees, stopping only as he catches sight of someone else.]
I wouldn't necessarily call myself an artist, but I suppose I could render the herbs enough just for them to be identifiable, yes. That's quite a good idea.
[There's a moment or two before Baizhu writes under his initial entry See next page for illustrations. On the next page he will begin drawing a few simplistic, but mostly accurate drawings of what he's looking for. Two kindsof flower, it seems. He labels them as the "Qingxin" and "Violetgrass"]
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