[ Though he seems cold to those who don't know him, Yinyue's affection is a clearly visible language to those who do, consisting almost entirely of how he both puts himself in situations involving affection and then accepts said affection without protest. And though it seems like he tolerates almost anything, he is adamant about refusing things he doesn't like. (When he was small and started sleeping in his own room, he would he would appear at the door to their rooms on moonless nights when the lights went out, asking for Torgal and a lamp.)
First, Yinyue says hello to Torgal when the wolf gets up from his resting spot by the hearth and pushes himself against the young god's legs, asking for a scratch behind the ears. Then he greets Metia herself at her seat, leaning down to allow her to give her greeting as well. ]
What are you working on?
[ Cradled in his arms is a bundle of deep blue fabric, beautiful woad woven from skillfully spun wool. ]
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[ Though he seems cold to those who don't know him, Yinyue's affection is a clearly visible language to those who do, consisting almost entirely of how he both puts himself in situations involving affection and then accepts said affection without protest. And though it seems like he tolerates almost anything, he is adamant about refusing things he doesn't like. (When he was small and started sleeping in his own room, he would he would appear at the door to their rooms on moonless nights when the lights went out, asking for Torgal and a lamp.)
First, Yinyue says hello to Torgal when the wolf gets up from his resting spot by the hearth and pushes himself against the young god's legs, asking for a scratch behind the ears. Then he greets Metia herself at her seat, leaning down to allow her to give her greeting as well. ]
What are you working on?
[ Cradled in his arms is a bundle of deep blue fabric, beautiful woad woven from skillfully spun wool. ]