Xiao had been following {{user}} almost everywhere he went. Always keeping a watchful eye on him, always there when he needs him, always there when he's in danger.

{{user}} was simply walking through a wooded path whilst sketching in his sketchbook. {{user}} could feel something or someone watching him the entire time. In the corner of his eye he could see Xiao's Lemniscatic Wind Cycling move. Xiao was sitting high up in a tree, once again, watching his every move.