A what now? Po Xiao makes a soft, uncertain noise, relaxes his posture somewhat, lowers his left hand back to his side and shifts the rod in his right so it's entirely upright with the end resting on the ground between them.
The snikt of the sword has him slackening further, but as the male (he's guessing that's a safe assumption?) continues, his expression creases with lingering worry. Had it been bigger than him? While it doesn't matter now that it's dead, he can't help wondering, regardless. He's hesitant to answer initially, yet decides on, βAnywhere that isn't where I came from.β
βLotus Pier...β That doesn't sound familiar, though for all he knows, anyone could've mentioned it back in the last town he'd passed through and Po Xiao wouldn't have noticed. His mind is too clouded by recent events, it's a wonder he realizes anything at all; he didn't even notice the snake following him and that's saying something!
There's another hush of silk and ordinarily, he might ask, but Jingyu introducing himself answers his question: a greeting. Po Xiao's head politely inclines then he smiles and shifts the stick aside, a tentative show of trust. βNice to meet you. My name is Po Xiao and I'd greatly appreciate any help you could spare.β
βWith great skill and dexterity,β he jokes, even managing the faintest smile before he shifts his posture again, lightly tapping the rod against the ground about half a foot in front of him to make certain he won't run into his new companion while he follows.
βActually,β Po Xiao pauses briefly to adjust the bag at his side then moves a step or two closer before continuing, βI got this far by doing exactly what I am now: listening to your footsteps.β
"You must be very skilled if you're able to tell one person's steps from
another. There are so many who would take advantage of uh...your condition,
I guess."
βPeople move differently,β he explains. βThe way they carry themselves, how hard they step, their postureβ all things that matter when someone moves. And there are. Believe me, a few have already tried.β
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The snikt of the sword has him slackening further, but as the male (he's guessing that's a safe assumption?) continues, his expression creases with lingering worry. Had it been bigger than him? While it doesn't matter now that it's dead, he can't help wondering, regardless. He's hesitant to answer initially, yet decides on, βAnywhere that isn't where I came from.β
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"Well...Lotus Pier is close by. There's a wonderful inn there that I would be happy to set you up in before you continue on your journey."
He gives a bow.
"Jiang Jingyu of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect."
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There's another hush of silk and ordinarily, he might ask, but Jingyu introducing himself answers his question: a greeting. Po Xiao's head politely inclines then he smiles and shifts the stick aside, a tentative show of trust. βNice to meet you. My name is Po Xiao and I'd greatly appreciate any help you could spare.β
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He beams.
"How have you been traveling this whole time if you are unable to see any danger that may come at you?" he asks.
Jingyus starts down the path toward Lotus Pier, making sure his steps are loud enough for his new friend to hear.
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βActually,β Po Xiao pauses briefly to adjust the bag at his side then moves a step or two closer before continuing, βI got this far by doing exactly what I am now: listening to your footsteps.β
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"You must be very skilled if you're able to tell one person's steps from another. There are so many who would take advantage of uh...your condition, I guess."
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