Post by xiulan zhou on Jul 6, 2021 15:52:55 GMT -7
February 27, 2026
It had been only a few hours since Aurelia Flint's letter arrived with more information about her plan to make her return to that ominous island, but Xiulan's nerves were practically unbearable as she waited for any word back from her. She wanted so desperately to know that Aurelia was safe and sound and returned to her own body at last, but she knew the reality of the situation. There was little chance that Aurelia would come back from her trip alive, no matter how much she hoped that there would be a better outcome. It was all too Dark—and far too unpredictable—for even Xiulan to feel comfortable using divination to determine what might happen, nor did she feel that she was in the proper mental state for that.
If it were up to her, Xiulan knew that she would be issuing every warning she could about the island, but she didn't know how to do that, either, without seeming completely out of her mind. She didn't doubt that she would be exceptionally distracted until she knew for certain what had become of Aurelia, though she was doubtful that a letter to acknowledge that she had received what Aurelia had sent would reach her prior to her departure. In general, she tried to arrange the timings of her letters so that she could send one letter off as another arrived, thereby saving herself from having to leave her flat, though that meant that her window of opportunity in which to send a message to Aurelia was likely to come only after she was well on her way.
The thought that she might never see Aurelia again frightened her, particularly as she had been the one entrusted with a letter for Aurelia's sister in the event that this mission of hers failed. It was to be sent to her if Aurelia didn't return in a few weeks' time, as Aurelia herself wrote in her instructions. Xiulan herself knew what it was like to be notified of a sudden death, but she couldn't fathom what it would be like to discover that someone had been alive despite being presumed dead, only for them to die trying to fix things. She hadn't read what Aurelia had written in the letter because it wasn't any of her business, but she could only imagine how much writing it had pained her.
As much as she feared for Aurelia, Xiulan tried to capture what little hope remained that there would be a happy ending to it all. She had been conditioned to avoid too much optimism, but even taking a realist's perspective meant understanding that neither of them really knew what to expect from magic so strong that it seemed to defy logic. Maybe, then, Aurelia would find success out there in that terrible fog, improbable though it sounded. Because she had only met her in the wrong body, however, Xiulan realized that she wouldn't be able to recognize Aurelia even if she saw her on the street—proverbially speaking, as it was only on rare occasion that she went farther than the bounds of her flat.
Carefully, she read over the letter that Aurelia had sent her again. She wanted to commit as much of it to memory as she could, thinking that that might help her later on. If she were the only person in the entire world who could serve as her advocate and lifeline, then she would be damned if she messed it up.
OOC: aurelia edith flint (for reference)
If it were up to her, Xiulan knew that she would be issuing every warning she could about the island, but she didn't know how to do that, either, without seeming completely out of her mind. She didn't doubt that she would be exceptionally distracted until she knew for certain what had become of Aurelia, though she was doubtful that a letter to acknowledge that she had received what Aurelia had sent would reach her prior to her departure. In general, she tried to arrange the timings of her letters so that she could send one letter off as another arrived, thereby saving herself from having to leave her flat, though that meant that her window of opportunity in which to send a message to Aurelia was likely to come only after she was well on her way.
The thought that she might never see Aurelia again frightened her, particularly as she had been the one entrusted with a letter for Aurelia's sister in the event that this mission of hers failed. It was to be sent to her if Aurelia didn't return in a few weeks' time, as Aurelia herself wrote in her instructions. Xiulan herself knew what it was like to be notified of a sudden death, but she couldn't fathom what it would be like to discover that someone had been alive despite being presumed dead, only for them to die trying to fix things. She hadn't read what Aurelia had written in the letter because it wasn't any of her business, but she could only imagine how much writing it had pained her.
As much as she feared for Aurelia, Xiulan tried to capture what little hope remained that there would be a happy ending to it all. She had been conditioned to avoid too much optimism, but even taking a realist's perspective meant understanding that neither of them really knew what to expect from magic so strong that it seemed to defy logic. Maybe, then, Aurelia would find success out there in that terrible fog, improbable though it sounded. Because she had only met her in the wrong body, however, Xiulan realized that she wouldn't be able to recognize Aurelia even if she saw her on the street—proverbially speaking, as it was only on rare occasion that she went farther than the bounds of her flat.
Carefully, she read over the letter that Aurelia had sent her again. She wanted to commit as much of it to memory as she could, thinking that that might help her later on. If she were the only person in the entire world who could serve as her advocate and lifeline, then she would be damned if she messed it up.
OOC: aurelia edith flint (for reference)
