[on the rooftop, xichen sits with liebing pressed to his lips. the sound that permeates through the streets is soft, but a song that he has played on the ximilia countless times for himself and a handful of others.
normally, he asks before letting qi seep into the notes but there is no one seemingly around and the music is meant to calm unsettled minds. a passing orber may need just that.
he does not stop when he feels he has company, the distinct change in energy when someone is near. he feels the energy around him shift. when the song comes to a natural close, he sets the flute into his lap.] It is the song of Clarity. It eases the minds of those near and in need. [it feels appropriate to explain what this is, to someone who he had seen on the battlefield but had not introduced himself to yet. netwon had felt its effects even though he was not in tune with such a thing as qi, he is sure the others may feel it more keenly.]
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normally, he asks before letting qi seep into the notes but there is no one seemingly around and the music is meant to calm unsettled minds. a passing orber may need just that.
he does not stop when he feels he has company, the distinct change in energy when someone is near. he feels the energy around him shift. when the song comes to a natural close, he sets the flute into his lap.] It is the song of Clarity. It eases the minds of those near and in need. [it feels appropriate to explain what this is, to someone who he had seen on the battlefield but had not introduced himself to yet. netwon had felt its effects even though he was not in tune with such a thing as qi, he is sure the others may feel it more keenly.]