[As they're already out in the courtyard, the walk to the wisteria is brief. Well acquainted though he is with the sight by now, Yi Sang eyes a particularly girthy branch as they near, reminded of Aventurine's mention of a "little birdy." If Aventurine spoke true, then the songbird perched on the branch could only have been Yingying herself.
Truthfully, he hasn't a clue what he's doing. All he knows is that he doesn't wish for misunderstandings to fester between them. The past week or so has taught him that he once erred by leaving a stone unturned after hearing a crack; no more.
Slowing to a stop by the foot of the tree, his gaze falls on its trunk, where it softens and lingers in greeting before he turns to Yingying's form.]
. . . Until recently, I considered thoughts to be meager things that were too wearisome to put into words. Thusly, I would present a figurative sheet of blank paper when asked about them, when I in truth came to be trapped in worries of all manner.
[Putting aside his stint of being taxidermied, he has always had difficulty expressing himself to where he'd sooner feign having no opinion. It was never intended to convey that he didn't care until he stopped caring at all, which was when Yingying found him by the pond, the tragedy of her forward movement winsome in his eyes.
He folds his arms in front of himself and bows his head in recollection.]
Your earnest desire to hear the unspoken and witness the unseen . . . As you have long guarded the precious wishes of others, I thought to grant one of yours, however rash and ungainly. But, in allowing myself to be consumed by my very own thoughts, I fear that I may have misunderstood the meaning behind your words.
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Truthfully, he hasn't a clue what he's doing. All he knows is that he doesn't wish for misunderstandings to fester between them. The past week or so has taught him that he once erred by leaving a stone unturned after hearing a crack; no more.
Slowing to a stop by the foot of the tree, his gaze falls on its trunk, where it softens and lingers in greeting before he turns to Yingying's form.]
. . . Until recently, I considered thoughts to be meager things that were too wearisome to put into words. Thusly, I would present a figurative sheet of blank paper when asked about them, when I in truth came to be trapped in worries of all manner.
[Putting aside his stint of being taxidermied, he has always had difficulty expressing himself to where he'd sooner feign having no opinion. It was never intended to convey that he didn't care until he stopped caring at all, which was when Yingying found him by the pond, the tragedy of her forward movement winsome in his eyes.
He folds his arms in front of himself and bows his head in recollection.]
Your earnest desire to hear the unspoken and witness the unseen . . . As you have long guarded the precious wishes of others, I thought to grant one of yours, however rash and ungainly. But, in allowing myself to be consumed by my very own thoughts, I fear that I may have misunderstood the meaning behind your words.