His student. Xie Lian imagines Galahad with a tiny sword, no larger than an ink brush, floating in the air, controlled by his spiritual will, as he hisses at some serpentine ghost.
He gives him another little scratch behind the ear, then shifts so he's properly kneeling on the ground and folds his hands in his lap. "Yes?"
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Date: 2024-10-04 01:49 pm (UTC)He gives him another little scratch behind the ear, then shifts so he's properly kneeling on the ground and folds his hands in his lap. "Yes?"