["Did not do well" isn't the best thing to hear, to be honest, but- Maybe he was just being humble? And he came recommended, and all, so! Surely Lan Wangji wouldn't recommend someone who was actually bad?]
Haha, they really wouldn't... !
[Let her laugh at the irony over the fact that in her own world she's a complete normie, and the only thing that makes her stand out in this place is... her species. But at least she knows how to make her own shelters and grow her own food? At least?]
Is Huanguang Jun one of the other um, "cultivators"! I've met a few now!
[And more than one of them wore white, but they weren't all the same... sect? Which was confusing.]
[to be fair to him he was living in a barren wasteland where nothing really grew filled with evil resentful energy, so perhaps the fact he got anything to live was a testament to natural skill.]
Yes! Lan Wangji, he's very serious and looks like someone died. He barely speaks and is hard to deal with. But, despite everything, he is a good person that always helps others. He is someone I would trust with my life.
[Who doesn't have a "master" in front of his name, because... He'd been very stern about her not using it for some reason! That must be another title? Or... His what were they called... Courtesy name? (Don't ask her which was which, she doesn't know, send help.) Her laughter is belated, but it still comes out a little at the idea he presented, of him trying to do gardening in such pristine white robes.]
He is very serious... but you're right! He helped me when I asked about people for farm work by recommending you, after all!
[And here she has him just stood outside chatting, goodness-]
Please, come inside out of the sun! I'll fetch the tea.
[If he lets her, she'll usher him inside to the lovingly kept home, always excited to play hostess and take her guests shoes before she grabs a pick hanging on a post in the doorway to quickly brush dirt from hooves. To accommodate jinba bodies there was almost no furniture except on the edges of the home, which was mostly made of a kitchen and then one large main room, sleeping futons carefully stacked in the corner and cushions placed around a sunken hearth with a teapot hanging from the hook above.]
[It was quite the sight, he had never seen a place built to accommodate a horse body before, but then he had never met a half-horse half-woman before either! Life was filled with surprises.
He wasn't particularly accustomed to taking off his shoes, but he was also good at going with the flow, there was a clear divide kept and it wasn't a completely alien concept to him.]
I think he was trying to tease, but, he is a good man none the less. And I promise to be a good choice.
[If life had a record scratch sound effect, it would be playing right now, as a clatter of hooves and clinking ceramic signals that something has happened in the kitchen...
Before Konoha pokes her head back out in alarm.]
He was teasing?
[Lan Wangji can tease??? Was she supposed to have noticed??? Did she accidentally strongarm a man into working for her over a joke???]
He raised his hands patting the air in an attempt to sooth what he can only assume was worry.]
Me, a little bit, he can be like that sometimes, but. That’s part of his charm? When you get to know him well you see those little subtleties. But, don’t worry, it backfired on him.
[Konoha's hands fly to her chest as if to settle her heart- But she has two, so the motion is... very odd, one palm pressed to her human breast and the other to the bay coat of her lower chest, still shocked at the idea of the very stoic and elegant seeming man she perceived Lan Wangji as... making jokes.]
Eh- But you really don't mind taking the job? This isn't part of the joke, is it?
[Patting both of her hearts one last time, Konoha lets out a sigh of relief, sidling back into the kitchen and talking all the while, a few clinks of ceramics audible between words.]
I'm really dumb sometimes, I would have just gone and hired you without knowing it was a joke, and then you would be been troubled because I didn't get it... and then all the cultivator people would have been laughing and laughing...
[Before she returns with a tray holding a teapot, two cups, and a plate of fresh mugwort dumplings stuffed with sweet red bean, which she sets down in front of her guest before lumbering carefully to her belly so as not to tower over him.]
Here you go... The dumplings are fresh from this morning, so help yourself!
[At least she doesn't seem too depressed about thinking she was dumb?]
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Haha, they really wouldn't... !
[Let her laugh at the irony over the fact that in her own world she's a complete normie, and the only thing that makes her stand out in this place is... her species. But at least she knows how to make her own shelters and grow her own food? At least?]
Is Huanguang Jun one of the other um, "cultivators"! I've met a few now!
[And more than one of them wore white, but they weren't all the same... sect? Which was confusing.]
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Yes! Lan Wangji, he's very serious and looks like someone died. He barely speaks and is hard to deal with. But, despite everything, he is a good person that always helps others. He is someone I would trust with my life.
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[Who doesn't have a "master" in front of his name, because... He'd been very stern about her not using it for some reason! That must be another title? Or... His what were they called... Courtesy name? (Don't ask her which was which, she doesn't know, send help.) Her laughter is belated, but it still comes out a little at the idea he presented, of him trying to do gardening in such pristine white robes.]
He is very serious... but you're right! He helped me when I asked about people for farm work by recommending you, after all!
[And here she has him just stood outside chatting, goodness-]
Please, come inside out of the sun! I'll fetch the tea.
[If he lets her, she'll usher him inside to the lovingly kept home, always excited to play hostess and take her guests shoes before she grabs a pick hanging on a post in the doorway to quickly brush dirt from hooves. To accommodate jinba bodies there was almost no furniture except on the edges of the home, which was mostly made of a kitchen and then one large main room, sleeping futons carefully stacked in the corner and cushions placed around a sunken hearth with a teapot hanging from the hook above.]
I am sorry this has taken so long!
He wasn't particularly accustomed to taking off his shoes, but he was also good at going with the flow, there was a clear divide kept and it wasn't a completely alien concept to him.]
I think he was trying to tease, but, he is a good man none the less. And I promise to be a good choice.
np, things have been crazy all over <3
Before Konoha pokes her head back out in alarm.]
He was teasing?
[Lan Wangji can tease??? Was she supposed to have noticed??? Did she accidentally strongarm a man into working for her over a joke???]
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Me, a little bit, he can be like that sometimes, but. That’s part of his charm? When you get to know him well you see those little subtleties. But, don’t worry, it backfired on him.
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[Konoha's hands fly to her chest as if to settle her heart- But she has two, so the motion is... very odd, one palm pressed to her human breast and the other to the bay coat of her lower chest, still shocked at the idea of the very stoic and elegant seeming man she perceived Lan Wangji as... making jokes.]
Eh- But you really don't mind taking the job? This isn't part of the joke, is it?
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Of course not! I do enjoy farming. And I really did have a small farm for a little while!
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[Patting both of her hearts one last time, Konoha lets out a sigh of relief, sidling back into the kitchen and talking all the while, a few clinks of ceramics audible between words.]
I'm really dumb sometimes, I would have just gone and hired you without knowing it was a joke, and then you would be been troubled because I didn't get it... and then all the cultivator people would have been laughing and laughing...
[Before she returns with a tray holding a teapot, two cups, and a plate of fresh mugwort dumplings stuffed with sweet red bean, which she sets down in front of her guest before lumbering carefully to her belly so as not to tower over him.]
Here you go... The dumplings are fresh from this morning, so help yourself!
[At least she doesn't seem too depressed about thinking she was dumb?]