Wangxian Prompt/Self-fill Dump

The Desert Lotus Pt 2

//He walks slowly through a narrow trench settled deep in the crag of a pair of rocky hills. He is dressed in a Still Suit, he has a dagger made from the tooth of Shai-Hulud, the Sandworm. He is hunting and is being hunted. He vanishes around a bend and then as his hunter comes after him, he pounces and he sees glowing blue eyes before the brilliant moonlight shines on them and their silver light is reflected back at him. He gasps as he is stabbed, but instead of blood, a strange pearlescent blue liquid bleeds from him.

"Dream of me while awake..." a voice that is not a voice whispers and suddenly he is walking up a dune side, a figure walks before him, they are of the third Gender, a Helix. He isn't sure how he knows this, just that he does. "Awaken, a' Zhan..."

A'Zhan!

A'Zhan! A'Zhan!!

Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!!

Lan-er-gege!!

Hanguang-jun.....//

"A'Zhan?" His mother's voice sounded concerned and he blinked his eyes open and sat up slowly. It was night time, it has been over a week since they arrived on Yiling and took over harvesting and production of Spice. The Capital City was named Yiling in honor of their home world. His mother hired a staff maids who were local to the planet. One of them, Meng Shi, was named their Head Maid. She was a soft spoken, if a bit eager woman. She had a son who worked to water the few plants in the garden. Lan Zhan had had an opportunity to talk to Meng Yao at during midday before Lan Qiren hurriedly bustled him into the palace when the twin suns were getting to their hottest point. They had talked about the plants that looked half dead. Lan Zhan had suggested removing them, but Meng Yao had quickly explained that much like water, any plant life, even half dead was very sacred. So much so that the palace was the only place with a 'garden' and it is warded off from the public. There were 10 trees and each one needed enough water for 50 men each daily. Meng Yao has lived on Yiling since his birth and much like many who lived there, but were not Frehman, the natives of Yiling, being exposed to enough Spice gave them the blue on blue eyes. Meng Yao admits he is to be Lan Zhan's tutor for the more personal interactions of daily life on Yiling and even in Yinling, the capital. And Lan Zhan had to admit, Meng Yao was an excellent teacher. He was a bit awkward at first, not use to someone like Lan Zhan, who was attentive, but very quiet. When Lan Zhan asked his questions or spoke, he was very blunt and to the point. It was a shock really, but Meng Yao soon figured out how best to address his student and was often invited with his mother to attend dinners with the royal family.

"You're mind has wandered, Wangji, that is very rude to Meng Yao." Lan Xichen's voice suddenly startles him, Lan Zhan reacting like a startled snake, spins, his short dagger flashing with deadly accuracy, but Lan Xichen, is just as fast, blocking the blow that would otherwise have ended his life, while he and Lan Zhan glare one another down. One smiling and the other being as expressionless as uncarved marble. "Good, you didn't dull while I was away, little brother..." He laughs and they pull their daggers away before Lan Zhan hugs him quick and briefly. Still painfully shy even so close to adulthood.

Meng Yao had startled at the sudden presence of another as well as the much to quick for his liking drawing of weapons. The young man had pulled a fan out to hide half of his face, his pale gold eyes that were surrounded with a light blue glow in the dim lighting of his classroom, narrowed, his other hand slipping a poisoned knife from his arm guard hidden under his robe sleeve, just in case this stranger was a real threat.