[ hm. it's bizarre not to be able to tell quite what's going on. having been brand new here, he doesn't have any idea about timelines or any of the other oddities of lunatia--only that the windmaster-the-god is currently seated in front of him not the windmaster-the-definitely-not-god. he'd kept a brief eye on shi qingxuan as per hua cheng, but nothing particularly exciting...definitely nothing like this.
yin yu shakes his head, mutely, again. no, no there's no apology necessary. it's not like he looks like this actually, but he's not sure if it's a good idea to reveal his true identity until he has more information.
this is a bit awkward. he bows his head, grabs his tray and starts to leave: but, when yin yu lifts the tray, his sleeve falls down, revealing the mark around his wrist. it's a burn, but it's clearly in the shape of a cursed shackle. ]
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yin yu shakes his head, mutely, again. no, no there's no apology necessary. it's not like he looks like this actually, but he's not sure if it's a good idea to reveal his true identity until he has more information.
this is a bit awkward. he bows his head, grabs his tray and starts to leave: but, when yin yu lifts the tray, his sleeve falls down, revealing the mark around his wrist. it's a burn, but it's clearly in the shape of a cursed shackle. ]