When she saw Lan Wangji step onto the sand, A-Qing froze.
Not in fear, not really. But when you were crouched in a waist-deep pit in the sand, next to a sand sculpture that, charitably, could be a mountain range, and that mountain currently held rows of slapdash stick-and-leaf buildings and a rabbit placidly chewing on what had probably been the little front gate...
And when you weren't a child any more, so really, you had no excuse for building something like this instead of meditating or joining in with the others...
"It's the Cloud Recesses," she said, defensive. Wary of causing offence. "Or... how I imagined it, from your story."
Beach
Not in fear, not really. But when you were crouched in a waist-deep pit in the sand, next to a sand sculpture that, charitably, could be a mountain range, and that mountain currently held rows of slapdash stick-and-leaf buildings and a rabbit placidly chewing on what had probably been the little front gate...
And when you weren't a child any more, so really, you had no excuse for building something like this instead of meditating or joining in with the others...
"It's the Cloud Recesses," she said, defensive. Wary of causing offence. "Or... how I imagined it, from your story."