[Closed to Four Seasons Manor residents + Ye Baiyi]

[yeoldmonster]

⌛ Who: Ye Baiyi and residents of the Four Seasons Manor
⌛ What: Missing arachnida (scorpion)
⌛ When: August 30
⌛ Where: Four Seasons Manor
⌛ Warnings:

He'd woken up to a strange but minor pain he couldn't identify. It lingers and he's not used to feeling something like this, but there are more important things to deal with. Namely, he can't find Xie Wang. It was odd given how the young man had been as glued to his side as a loyal hound the last week or so. It was also annoying, since that meant no breakfast. Fortunately, he knew where he could go that also had good food.

Like he has since he arrived, he shows up at the Four Seasons Manor and walks through the door like he owns the place. "Zhou Zishu? Brat?" He calls, making his way to the kitchen.

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[yeoldmonster]

"Calm down, general. I needed to know if they were harming you or not." This man is looking at him like Baiyi had just stabbed him. Why were the young and mortal so dramatic?

"If you want them to leave, I'll help you."

[theatrics]

Gold cat eyes were wild and he held his wrist to his body as if wounded. He really despised being touched in ways he deemed unnecessary. But the words were enough to calm him and he exhaled slowly.

"I do not know what more they could want from me."

[yeoldmonster]

Baiyi feels a prickle of guilt as he watches the small man hold his arm. "Did I hurt you?" He finally asks. He hadn't thought his grip had been so hard, but harming this one had never been his intention. "Are you okay?"

That reminds him then of another aspect of the other's health he'd noticed. He looks and acts like he's older, but he hasn't matured as a man normally would. He wonders what that means.

"We can find out." Though he's less willing to act when the general is acting wounded by him.

[theatrics]

"I do not enjoy the touch of others," he explained. There's a mix of reasons for that, most revolving around a fraught past as a slave and reputation as the Great Yuan's eunuch general. Normally, he wouldn't bother to explain, but Baiyi meant no harm or insult. He deserved an explanation.

[yeoldmonster]

It's not a direct apology, but Baiyi does have a brief look of contriteness before it fades. He regrets that his years in the mountain have resulted in forgetting some degree of social etiquette. On the other hand, those tend to be tedious, trivial, and obnoxious so he doesn't completely regret leaving some of those practices behind.

"Is it due to your condition?" He asks, his gaze lowering down the smaller man's torso before returning to his face. "You don't have the same energy as a grown man's."

cw: body dysmorphia

[theatrics]

His condition, all too obvious to those who've spent any time at all among the courts of nobles and their eunuch servants. The condition on which he was able to live after watching his entire family suffer the slow, lingering death of lingchi. That was the trade-off: he got to live but in shame. The line of his father ended. And all the while he endured the ridicule as he rose through the ranks of the Prince of Henan's army.

Ouyang bristled slightly. "It is due to being beaten as a slave."

[yeoldmonster]

Ah, that gives him enough clues to fill in the rest. This poor soul. It's no wonder why he dislikes to be touched then. He gives a small bow of his head. "I will not cross that line with you again without permission or in life or death. You have my word."

Now that he knows this, he wonders now if these people with him aren't because they need him but in solidarity for him.

"I'm assuming anyone involved in your suffering is no longer here. Otherwise, I may need their address." So he can introduce them to Dragon's Back.

[theatrics]

Baiyi's oath disarms him and he finds his discomfort quickly abating. This stranger could very well become a friend with an attitude like that. Ouyang greatly approves.

"There are none from my world here any longer."

[yeoldmonster]

"Let me know if they ever come back and need a lesson," he requests.

Turning his attention to the area around them, he remembers the other spot this small man talked about. "Show me your animals. How many can the stables here hold?" If he ever gets a horse again, he would certain keep it here. From what he's determined about this general, Baiyi would even let him take care of it. (What an honor!)

[theatrics]

Ouyang's relieved for the change in topic. He nods in the direction of the stables before walking that way. He's sure Baiyi will follow. His interest seems genuine. "We haven't acquired any hunting birds yet, and my horse is the only one here for now. There is space for more." He hoped that someone else, perhaps the lord of the manor, would get another horse to keep his company.

Once they arrive, Baiyi will find the place as tidy as a stable can be. The horse inside is a small creature, but lovely with black and white dappling. Ouyang beams with pride at the sight of him.

[yeoldmonster]

Baiyi keeps pace with Ouyang tucking one hand behind his back and the other resting against his abdomen. Only once as they're walking does that hand flatten against his middle like there's some discomfort or pain. The old man tries to ignore it and hopes the other does too.

"Have you looked around for any falconries who might sell you a bird or are you going to get one in the wild and train it?" He asks, curious just how talented the general was.

He's impressed with how well-kept the stables are. It would do well to house the finest steeds in China. Instead, there's a little speckled one that is amusingly small. It fits Ouyang perfectly though and Baiyi doesn't doubt it has just as fierce a temperament. "What's his name?"