un: qionglin

[deadwenwalking]

Name: Wen Ning
Date: leneur 28
Format: video

[Wen Ning, when he appears, has his hands clasped in his lap. He seems, perhaps, a bit twitchier than usual. The stutter is nothing out of the ordinary, though even that is more frequent than it should be.]

H-hello?

[Video is so awkward. This would have been so much easier over text.]

Um. So, uh. M-my name is Wen Ning. I'm a witch. I... I know some of my fellow witches have, ah, animal companions? Familiars? I wanted to know what... how you decided what was right for you. A-am I supposed to... have a gut feeling? Will I just know? O-or is there anything even to know...

[He glances around nervously, as though he can feel the judgmental gazes of everyone over the network.]

Thank you, in... in advance.

Comments

because what's something posted last month, really, if it's a good hook

[faithlikeaseed]

[Myr's been listening to all the rest of this out of curiosity--and while he's not a Witch himself, he does have something to say on the topic of animals.]

If you're concerned about the care and keeping of a familiar, serah, you might talk to a Faun about it. We've ways of knowing what animals think and feel, and could help you find the right sort for you.

[deadwenwalking]

Y-you do?

[Wen Ning hasn't spoken much with any fauns. He hadn't been aware that this was an ability they had - if this one is being truthful. There isn't much reason for him to lie, is there? Outside of playing a prank on him...]

Even an odd sort of animal like... perhaps... a flying rabbit?

[faithlikeaseed]

[This particular Faun might also be something of an evangelist for the breed.

His smile's audible in his voice.]

We do. Even, or especially, odd sorts of animals. I've yet to meet a flying rabbit myself; I'd be delighted to talk to one.

[deadwenwalking]

I-I'll think about it. After I've attempted to interact with them myself.

[It wouldn't feel right otherwise. It's to be his familiar so he needs to at least try and develop a rapport with it first.]

What's your name, Mr. Faun?

[faithlikeaseed]

Wise choice. I'd understand--and be quite happy, truly--if you get on well enough with them not to need my help.

[...Oh, he had rather jumped into this hooves-first without introducing himself.]

Myr Shivana, and my apologies for not introducing myself earlier.

Might I ask you another question in turn, serah?

[deadwenwalking]

[Wen Ning has no idea what this 'serah' title or address is, but he doesn't question it. Everyone has different terms they use in their worlds. Instead he gives a slow nod.]

Uh. Yes?

[faithlikeaseed]

Where'd the flying rabbits come from to begin with?

[Not that he wants one himself, per se--he seems to get on better with invertebrates than anything else--but he has to know.]

[deadwenwalking]

[Wen Ning blinks at the question.]

Oh, I... I haven't asked.

[There were so many strange things in this place that he'd simply taken for granted that Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had acquired them through perfectly legitimate means and left it at that.]