Wangxian Prompt/Self-fill Dump

Pure Self Indulgence Pt 2

Translations
Huāgǔ Yue Sect: Flower valley (of the) Moon Sect

"Alright, a'Ying, try again." came the calm voice of his beloved Auntie Heimai as he lay on the flat of his back, catching his breath.

"I need a moment..." He admits and she hums and sits down beside him.

"Good, only a fool full of pride would continue losing battle." She nods as she gently moves some of his messy hair away from his face.

"Not all who fight a losing battle are full of pride. Some are full of hope and are powered by love to keep fighting to the end." Wei Ying says back as he moves his arm away from his eyes and slowly relaxes. "A strong man stands up for himself, a stronger man stands up for others."

"Very good, my little one..." Heimai laughs again as they relax between bouts. "You were at act two, scene 1B."

"Alright." He gets up and she follows.

They take position once more for their sparring match and Wei Ying continues to recite the play based on the Legened of Chang'E the Moon Goddess. He spoke clearly, steadying his breath as he attacked and avoided his aunt's flurries in return. When he got to the end of the play, she named a song for him to sing and he did so, sounding a bit breathless, but never losing steam as they went back and forth.

The years have been kind to Wei Ying since he came to live in the Flower Guard Inn, he finally understood why his aunt always laughed when he called it the Flower Garden instead. He grew strong and healthy, thought he remained thin, but not sickly so. He grew taller than his auntie, but he was shorter than he should be. His health stunted so early, had left him prone to illness and even after he began cultivating, his bones were still delicate, almost like rabbit bones. Wei Ying had kept his fervent promise to study hard and learn all he could. His Auntie was strict when it came to studies, she did not let him slack off and refused to see anyone with atrocious handwriting. His calligraphy was beautiful and sold quite well on the market when he deigned to sell a few of them. He learned math, astrology, history, literature, and took up the arts, mastering all six branches of them. He skills laid more in painting and playing the Dizi, but he could dance and sing well when he so desired and he was very well cultured. Wei Ying studied Cultivation, the Elements and even magic. His Auntie Heimai knew many things and as her heir, he was expected the know them as well. He was graceful like a crane, but swift like a striking snake. He was as serene as a lotus floating along the surface of the water, but as deadly as the undertow of the sea.

As his Auntie often would tease: He was Beauty, He was Grace, Piss him off and he's in your face.

Wei Ying yelps as he is tossed once more onto his back and pinned with a knife to his throat.

"You got distracted. You are now dead..."

"So are you, Auntie..." He laughs, his own knife pressed into her back, where her kidney was.

She blinks and then laughs, "Very good, Yingying... Come, let's go bathe... I am going to miss you while you are in Gusu Lan for the Lectures..."

"I'm going to miss you too... who else will try to wake me up with a gaggle of pheasants?" He laughs.

"Indeed and who will help me terrify the disciples into shape?" She mourns sadly. "No, do not go! Stay forever with Auntie!!"

Wei Ying laughs as she wails childishly into her hands, their servants ignoring the dramatics of their Lady as they keep going about their daily tasks and chores. Wei Ying kisses her cheek and promises to meet up with her for lunch as he heads into his own rooms, just as grand as his aunts and decorated in dark, warm colors with accents in crimson red. The Clan Crest, a moonflower surrounded by Spider Lilies and lotus in an umbre pattern of gold, green and black was woven artfully into the décor with a large tapestry hung on his wall. He looks around the room with a sense of nostalgia. The trunk with his old toys sat in the corner with the trunk of his old clothes on top of it. Several book shelves stood around his room full of all the books and scrolls he's ever studied. One shelf holds his notes and manuscripts for his own projects and books to help educate the Cultivation world that just because something is strange and not normal for you does not make it evil for others. He would be packing some of them to take with him so he can work on his newest book and maybe sneak a few to the more open minded cultivators. His desk is a riot of things, talismans that he's been working on, some still in the beginning stages, a few in the testing stages and the rest perfected and ready for recreation and distribution. He trusts his Auntie to do that for him so he will leave her a set of the master copies and take the others with him. There are a even a few knickknacks he's been working on.