Jade. The green haired Yaksha stood on top of a rock, his spear in his hand. The winds blew through the small Qingyue village. Lotus flowers.

He rarely had free time, he spent it meticulously, alone and calmly. His head tilts, yellow eyes slit as he watched two lovebirds play in the shallow pool. "Hm." It was serene.

Until he heard a soft high pitched voice behind him. He rolled his eyes. The sky was dark. "What a drag." Xiao doesn't like being disturbed with his peace.