A Tear Frozen in Time

Crying in the Rain

With her body firmly pulled in against him, Mo Yuan gave her no chance to fight him off her, though there was an initial attempt to, the fight soon died when he spun her around in his arms so that her back was pressed up against his chest and his hands tightly holding her in place.

"What the......" she screeched as that Mountain top began to get closer and the struggle to free herself took over.

Only the way he was holding her, the way his head fell gently onto her shoulder and the warmth of his breath on her neck, had the fight dying very quickly as her mind went numb.

Mo Yuan had no real idea what he was doing and being a man who fully thought things through before taking any action for anything, he was just as mindless as she was, but what he knew with absolute certainty, was she was not going to make an enemy out of him.  Not after what he just saw.

For almost an hour, he had sat on a cloud not far from where she had stopped and watched as she fell to her knees crying.  Her eyes had been on Kunlun Mountain the entire time, and though he was close enough to see every manner of emotion pass across her face, the love she had for him, her brothers and that life time was still there regardless of the ice cold demeanor she thought she was in control of.

And for a while, his mind too had gone back with her.  His talk with Ye Hua had been brief and very little information was gained from it, in fact he had outright demanded that Ye Hua explain his interest in Bai Qian and why she had reacted to him the way she had.  Only he had all but closed down on him.  Refusing to discuss what he saw as his personal business regardless of the fact that she was his Seventeenth Disciple, Mo Yuan had then made it very clear to Ye  Hua that he would find out regardless.

Only Ye Hua had then walked out to do deal with her family who had also raced out of the Parlour moments before she left, and seeing as the Leaders had instantly jumped on them in order to gain a meeting with Bai Qian seeing as the Demon Lord had gained one, they soon found themselves left to deal with the mess she had left behind, while Mo Yuan took off after her.

Though he had been surprised to find her on a cloud in tears and not far from the Celestial Heavens having lost herself to her memories.  And like her, his mind too had gone back to that time and that place where she had given every spare moment she had to tending to her horse.

And as promised, she became his eyes.  Zhe Yan had done a wonderful job in healing him, and though he could discern a little light, he no longer had the ability to see much else.  But her love for Daoji kept the horse at her side regardless.  She continued to ride him, dance with him and play among the flowers, but Mo Yuan noticed a deep sadness coming off the horse.  He was not the same and he could see that she could feel it because her smiles were forced and her chatter too rowdy even for her.  But what he noticed more and what he thought the horse could also discern, was her movements were far too measured.  The spontaneity was gone.

But regardless, she continued the friendship as best as she could, but there was now a distance between them.  Daoji was less inclined to begin the fun, she had to every time and though he could see she was upset by it, the smiles and laughter was always there to keep the sadness at bay and for a very long time, Mo Yuan seriously considered putting the horse down, because he too was suffering as much as she was to the point where he thought their friendship was no longer healthy.

In the end, the horse made the decision for him.  Arriving in the low valleys one morning, he found her crying and inconsolable.  Her horse had died in the night, his body had literally given up and though he knew why, he couldn't tell her.  Mo Yuan had always had the ability to read any animal and it seemed to him that this horse loved her a little too much.  She was beautiful, a delight to look at, and that horse had revelled in her loveliness.  Only losing his eyes, meant he could no longer admire her, and nor could he revel in her simple manner, her ability to laugh openly and honestly no matter what they were doing.