A Tear Frozen in Time

Spells and Silk

Drifting aimlessly in the skies above Qing Qiu, Mo Yuan was lost in thought.  He had initially gone there with the hope that he might catch up with her before she left for the Demon Lands.  He already knew of her second meeting and he was not too concerned about it, not after what they had just done.  She might have thought she no longer loved him, but he absolutely knew differently.  And he may have forced her into that situation, but he had felt her desire and need for him under all the anger and confusion, all he had merely done was pull it to the fore until she joined him without any pretences.

But after his very long talk with Ye Hua, he had instead remained in the air lost in thought.  That he remembered the dance routine was already shocking because Mo Yuan also remembered it but to also remember other aspects of the low valleys from that time, did suggest that he may have been Daoji, but after contemplating that thought, he concluded that he could not have been.

Ye Huas spirit was locked into the Lotus or at least he believed it had been.  A spirit just could not live in another being, whether human or beast, it was not possible, though...................  his mind stumbled a little as a sudden memory from when he was younger came back to him.

"Bend over...." his fathers stern voice thundered down over the top of his head and forcing him to bend at the waist before taking hold of his ankles.

The sudden sharp thwack of a strop against his bare buttocks forced the tears to flow.

"You dare to bring that filth onto my mountain?" his fathers angry voice boomed overhead as another resounding thwack landed directly on the fleshiest part of his bottom and forcing out the short sharp cry that he was desperately holding in while the other 3 who had been with him waited tearfully for their turn.

Bai Zhi, Zhe Yan and Donghua had joined him for a sneaky drink of strong Mortal Realm wine and tobacco which Mo Yuan had managed to purchase on their last excursion.  And not only had they got themselves well and truly drunk, but by the time his father found them, they were all totally inebriated and stinking of cigarette smoke which was absolutely forbidden.

The following week had been utter hell for all four of them.  Not only they whipped daily before the entire class of Disciples, but they then had to complete everyone elses chores for the following month while managing on only the one meal a day.

Only they were not to learn how his father found out until much later.  He had used a very rare spell to spy on them and it was that spell that his mind was focusing on and that was where his mind was when he finally noticed he was above Qing Qiu and going by where the sun was in the sky, he had been for some time.

Also realizing he had lost himself to his thoughts and probably missed catching her before she left, he instead slowly made his way back to Kunlun with that magic spell on his mind.  He had told Ye Hua that he would think on what had happened, only now, he knew he would not be able to let this go until he had figured it out.

Back then, Daoji had been a colt when he found him wandering about the low valleys and though he had tried to find its owners seeing as he had been a thoroughbred, he eventually adopted him and it wasn't long after that Bai Qian had stumbled on him.

But what came to mind as he thought on the untold times he had arrived at that place to find Daoji with her, was the horses unnatural dislike for himself, or rather, the attention that she gave to him.  There had been a definite streak of jealousy in the horses reaction to his presence and though he had initally thought it was because the horse was young and she was perhaps filling the space of his lost mother, now that he thought about it, he wasn't so sure.  The aggression at times made no sense to him back then and even less now.