The Dark's Light

Concerns of the Leaders

Lan Qiren watched as Lan Zhan anxiously walked back to where Wei Ying would have been, his room the JinShi. Lan XiChen watched the other as well. He knew that Lan Zhan cared quite deeply for Wei Ying, and it was obvious that care was reciprocated. He was rather worried about Wei Ying himself, though. Something which shocked him a little bit. he knew that Uncle was also worried, for all that he may play otherwise. The other had gone through quite a bit and he was just so young. Lan XiChen knew that he could handle it, he was alive after all, but there was only so much a person could handle before they began to crack. Lan XiChen was worried that Wei Ying was so close to an edge and he worried whether they could pull him back in time. 

He hoped so, he was rather fond of the other boy after all, and it would be quite upsetting if something would happen to him, not to mention that Lan Zhan held a distinct regard for Wei Ying. If something would happen to the other, Lan XiChen worried about what it may mean for Lan Zhan, not just Wei Ying. For all his Uncle may not really like the boy, Wei ying did Lan Zhan an immense amount of good, after all, and his Uncle knew that. 

"Uncle," Lan XiChen softly spoke aloud. Lan Qiren peered over his folder arms, expression baleful. "I am sure that Wei Ying will be fine." 

"I am not worried about that," Lan Qiren snapped back. Lan XiChen merely smiled softly, pinning his uncle down with his gaze, not relenting. "Okay, fine," Lan Qiren said, reluctantly. "I am, perhaps, just a bit unnerved with the tale which he has spoken to us." Lan Qiren admitted. He sighed heavily, stroking his beard lightly, eyes distant as he thought everything over. "I know that he is quite talented. Lan Zhan managed to catch what even I could not, and I suppose it hurts my pride just a little bit that he noticed that things were missing and I had not even given it thought." Lan XiChen nodded gently. 

"It is alright, Uncle," he said, eyes soft as he spoke to the other. "You do not know Wei Ying as well as Lan Wangji, it is only understandable that you would not be capable of catching such lapses." Lan Qiren shook his head annoyed with himself.

"Perhaps, Perhaps Wangji knows the boy better, but I should have given it thought. I know the other is more than capable of weaving tales, and I know that he is good at skirting around things which tend to make him uncomfortable. I have seen him put such an art into practice myself, and yet I did not even give a seconds thought to perhaps there may be things which he was not telling me. I assumed that was all. If Lan Wangji had not caught what I had not been able to...What would have happened?" Lan XiChen sighed. His Uncle was putting too much pressure upon himself, that was something which he knew. The other had not way of possibly knowing that Wei Ying would hide things, unimportant things to the whole, but important things in the terms of his health. Though, it was so utterly a Wei ying thing to do, that Lan XiChen could not help but wonder if they should have caught such a thing before. 

"Uncle,"Lan XiChen began to admonish. "It is no use to dwell on what could have happened. the important thing is that it will not happen. We found out about it, and Wangji will take care of the boy, and the situation. He will get more information, and we will go from there. As of now, the most important thing is ensuring that Wei Ying is comfortable. As well as perhaps trying to help him with his flute training now that I think about it." Lan XiChen added as an afterthought. Lan Qiren shot his head up, eyes blazing at the mere suggestion of such a thing.

"And why would you possibly want to do that?" He very nearly yelled out.

"Uncle, if Wei Ying is using a flute as a medium, and his emotions as a stabilizer, it would be wise to ensure that he is most capable with playing the flute, that way no mistakes will be made should he use the resentful energy again." Lan XiChen said simply. "I know perhaps you are not fond of the idea, but you must also be aware that considering Wei Ying is using cultivation through music, we must ensure that he is capable of playing his Dizi with accuracy, to avoid any mishaps." 

Lan Qiren groaned. He had to admit, however, that his nephew, as much as he may not like it, was correct. The more that Wei Ying could play the Dizi the less likely it was to go out of control. They needed to be sure to take all precautions. Not to mention perhaps the playing of music may aid in stabilizing his emotions. The other sighed heavily. 

"Fine, You are correct. The more accurately and talented the boy is at the Dizi the less we need to worry about him accidentally destroying an entire acre of land because he played a wrong note." He said, expression clear that he did not approve, but knew that it was necessary. 

"I doubt that would happen," Lan XiChen said softly, but smiled nonetheless at his Uncle's exaggerations. 

"Who knows?" Lan Qiren said, suddenly incredibly serious. "We know nothing of Demonic cultivation, I never even thought that such a thing would be possible. I punished him the first time he dared mention such a thing, remember? Yet, here he is, having not only mastered it, but found a way to use it without totally loosing his mind...yet." Lan Qiren shook his head. "Attempt the impossible is the model of the Jiang Clan, he certainly fits it."