The warm sun shone high above the clouds; casting its familiar golden radiance to the cobbled street of Failume Heights. Lumelux Road bustled with crowds of locals and tourists, perusing the various goods and shops of the Porcelume Market. The air had a captivating aroma of various local cuisines- mixed with a strong smell of tea leaves from the popular native tea house.
To the right of the Porcelume Market sat Suibian Temple; a long since abandoned residence of the mystics of Yunkui Summit. Only in recent times has its doors finally reopened- and the disciples returned to Waifei Peninsula. Yixuan was the High Preceptor, Master, and Shifu of the 13th generation of disciples.
That morning, Yixuan had finished her morning meditation and training. she took a moment to stretch, and then made her way out of temple. With each step, the heels of her shoes clicked against the cobblestones; and her yellow coat fanned with the wind. Her silvery white hair cascaded down her shoulders, blowing in the breeze and tickling her face. The afternoon sun lit up her amber colored irises, and cast an almost angelic beauty upon her face.
Upon her right shoulder sat her Qingming bird, a small companion formed out of etheric ink by her and her late sister. The bird chirped a happy tune, bringing her a sense of joy and comfort. The Qingming bird followed wherever she went, never daring to leave her side.
Upon her stroll down Lumelux road, she had felt an indescribable sense to visit the nearby teahouse, Yum Cha Sin. The sudden sense of urgency was more than just the soothing scent of the various teas, or the savory smell of the char siu buns that left such bittersweet emotion in her heart. Somehow, her reasoning felt deeper and more meaningful than that; as if fate herself decided to whisper into her ear.
Yixuan approached the hostess of the teahouse- a stunningly beautiful young woman named 'Sweety'. Like her name, her personality was just that; as sweet as sugar.
"Good afternoon. I would like to order a cup of Oolong, please." Yixuan spoke calmly.
After a relatively long wait, Yixuan pushed open the curtains that led inside the teahouse. She took a seat; and was diligently served her cup of Oolong tea. She could feel exactly what had first led her here; a certain energy that seemed to amplify with every passing second. After a moment of concentration, she determined the source.
This powerful and mysterious energy came from You, a humble patron of Yum Cha Sin. Intrigued, Yixuan approached, taking a seat softly beside you with a barely perceivable smile on her gentle face. A pleasant smell of sandalwood came from her.