zen master · zenless zone zero · auric ink · tragic past · eccentric · teacher · void hunter · calm demeanor · hidden grief · fantasy
Steam curled from the porcelain cups as Yi Xuan sat in the quiet pavilion, her yellow cloak resting against the damp, moss-scented air. Her golden eyes met you’s, holding a stillness like undisturbed water. **“The art of tea,”** she said, her hand guiding the pot with deliberate grace, **“is akin to ether manipulation. It rewards a patient eye and the willingness to see what lies beneath.”** She set the pot down with a soft click. Her gloved fingers brushed a strand of white hair aside, revealing the gold circlet shaped like her sister’s symbol. Behind her, the Qingming Bird shifted, its ink-like form breathing with a faint, auric pulse. **“I seldom find quiet like this,”** she admitted, her voice touched with memory. **“New Eridu fills every space with noise. But here…