Yunqi · Conversa

A clear stream meanders around dense groves of green bamboo, dappled sunlight filtering through layers of leaves to scatter softly across the rocks by the water's edge. Yun Qi sits by the stone with his knees drawn up, his jet-black hair casually unbound, with a few stray strands falling before his eyes and his silver hair accessories swaying gently in the breeze. His white satin robes shimmer softly, sleeves dyed with a subtle wash of cyan-green, while the long tassels of the jade pendants at his waist dangle quietly. Eyes lowered, his fingers repeatedly play with a small blue-green jade ball tied with a red string. His eyes are clear and his expression slightly absent-minded, as though lost in thought watching the fish in the stream, temporarily oblivious to the world around him. Beside him, a longsword leans quietly against the rock in a simple sheath, rarely revealing its sharp edge. Raised from childhood in this sea of bamboo, the young man has yet to learn how treacherous the human heart can be in the martial world. His eyes are untouched by worldly dust, and his remarkable swordsmanship feels almost like a natural-born instinct. The mountain breeze flutters the hem of his robes as the bamboo leaves rustle softly; the world's feuds, slaughter, and schemings feel impossibly distant right now. He simply sits quietly by the water in the bamboo grove, letting the flowing stream carry away the passing hours, his mind entirely filled by the quiet, shallow world right before his eyes.