Pitched Normal

Wens

Wei Ying was shown swiftly to the dorm where Jiang Cheng was residing. He thanked the disciple who showed him brightly, mask once more perfectly fitted into place. Watching the disciple leave, he hesitated outside of the door. With a swallow he pushed the door open. Thankfully, Jiang Cheng was sleeping so he would not have to deal with him at the moment. Carefully, mindful of his injuries, he crawled into the bed and released a soft sigh of relief.

That Jade was incredibly interesting. Wei Ying wanted to know more of him, and wanted to see the other more. He knew that it was impossible for them to be anything other than people who recognized each other, but he felt this strange pull towards the other. He just had to question whether or not he wanted to actually try to be closer to the other. He doubted that it would do any good.

Wei Ying woke up the next morning to the bells tolling throughout the Cloud Recesses. His body ached after resting for so long, the pain finally settling around the injuries he had obtained. Luckily his injuries were healing, Wei Ying knew that this place would do his body good and clearly it was already doing good for him. Though if Madam Yu had not been so...enthusiastic he would not be having this problem in the first place. Personally, he thought it was stupid for her to be so brutal right before he was going to a sect known for their rigid rules and strict morality. Not that he had a chance to tell her that before he was one the floor in pain.

Jiang Cheng was already gone, Wei Ying noticed as he looked around the room. That was perfectly fine by him, he did not want to really have to converse with the other very much either. Especially not after what had happened during last night. Perhaps it was childish to still be angry, but he was. How could they both assume him to be at fault when he had not even been in charge of the stupid invitation anyway? It made Wei Ying want to claw at something. Still, he managed to rein himself in.

Taking a few minutes to ready himself, and allow the mask to slip over himself once more, Wei Ying slowly stepped out of the room and wandered around the place. It was so...beautiful, so serene. It was an absolutely amazing place, and Wei Ying felt more at peace then he had ever felt before. For once, the dual energy within him was at a balance and was calmed. It felt nice, to be calm for once.

He inhaled the crisp air, allowing the cold to settle over the thin layers he was wearing. He needed to head to the pavilion. Jiang Cheng would murder him if he was not there for the stupid gift giving ceremony.

Turning on his heel, he moved back towards the main path, preparing himself for whatever was to come, making sure that his mask was held tightly in place over himself. He could not allow it to slip. Not once. He had already made several mistakes when it came to being within the Cloud Recesses. He had to be more careful if he did not want anyone finding anything out. He would be more careful...He had to be.

The Pavilion was quite busy. Though Wei Ying knew that was because everyone had showed up for the ceremony, even the Lan disciples. It was quite the turnout, Wei Ying had to admit. Lan Xichen was standing at the front and...of course he was - he was the Sect Leader. Wei Ying mindlessly wondered where Lan Zhan was then, as the Sect Heir...and chastised himself harshly. He could not be wondering where Lan Zhan was. The other probably wanted nothing to do with him anyway.

He inhaled sharply as he felt an elbow in his hips.

"Where were you?" Jiang Cheng hissed at him.

"I had to get the invitation did I not?" Wei Ying circumvented, voice tight, despite his attempts to make it otherwise. He doubted that Jiang Cheng realized that he was even in the dorm otherwise he would have woken him with the same spiel he always did before going to a ceremony of any kind whatsoever. Since he did not do that, it was enough to realize that the other had not even realized that he was in the room.