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The blind benevolence AzureFlute walks calmly with his faithful companion the celestial White Tiger, He who Governs the West and Autumn Winds, slowly enjoying the breeze and scents carried upon the winds

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The blind benevolence AzureFlute walks calmly with his faithful companion the celestial White Tiger, He who Governs the West and Autumn Winds, slowly enjoying the breeze and scents carried upon the winds.

Though his eyes were forever closed, he never once stumbled, or doubt his path. Climbing the winding pathways and staircases that meandered throughout the crimson Halls of Lofty Peaks, home to his silent twin, IceZither.

His companion, normally astoundingly behemoth in size, shrunk himself into a mere fraction of his original size, to better fit in the pathways

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His companion, normally astoundingly behemoth in size, shrunk himself into a mere fraction of his original size, to better fit in the pathways. Grumbling all the way.

Laughing at the celestial beast's grumpiness, the benevolence slowly made his way to his sister's favourite courtyard. Guidance to his path was provided by the sweet scents of peony and roses, intermingling in the air.

Heady and potent, it was said that any visitor to the gardens of IceZither would be accompanied by the fragrance for days afterwards. Making her bower a favourite of many young celestial maidens.

WhiteTiger sneezed. And the vehemence of his grumbling exponentially grew.

"Why can't your sister grow bamboo like other normal Benevolences? This flower stuff is lethal!"

"You could always choose to retrace your footsteps, my dearest friend."

"And leave you banging into all sorts of obstacles?!"

"This One is not so helpless as that, dearest friend."

WhiteTiger rolled his eyes, and then swiftly lunged forward to stop the cheerful blind Benevolence from walking into a newly sprouted tree.

"Ah, thank you my dearest friend!"

Even with his mouth full with the long flowing robe that he bit to stop AzureFlute's movements, WhiteTiger's derisive snort was magnificently voluminous with eloquence.

'This idiot,' he thought fondly.

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