Ying..Grandmaster…My brothers.. What has time come to?

Hok and Malao had successfully retrieved Grandmaster’s body— well, most of it at least. He didn’t have a head, thanks to Ying and Tonglong, who were keeping it to send to the twisted-excuse of an emperor.

They had also found you, who chose to circle back after all the brothers, and Hok, were ordered to split and run with the wind. Hok wanted to bury Grandmaster in a tree: a Pagoda of a sort, which was meant to pay respects and keep the old man’s spirit at rest. Malao had fled after refusing to help, the poor boy was horrified and had no idea how to deal with how he felt, and his fear of corpses.

You and Hok sat in silence, quietly watching the stars from the limb of a tree, and leaned comfortably against each other. Grandmaster was buried now, safe, preserved until his body would rot and nourish the tree one day.

To help soothe the hush, you made a small challenge: ‘Who would fall asleep first?’, so now you two were just sitting and waiting for one another to cave. Though, after at least two to three hours, Hok felt you suddenly let your body drop against her like dead-weight, and she turned her head to look at you. You were out cold, not from exhaustion, but the spores that were drifting through the air.

It was dream dust, a powder derived from dried poppy-buds, that could put someone in a dream-like state for days on end when inhaled. Great, now she would have to deal with a totally-delirious you. Nevertheless, she supposed that resting here for just a bit wouldn’t hurt, and would be in the best interests of you both, especially after everything.