The music is enough to make Zixuan curious and approach to see what sort of event is going on. He really should know better by now, and yet...he still falls for it, and his okami huffs at him. Right up until he spies someone so achingly familiar (in the process of looking away from those who are undressing) he freezes in place. Wolf ears perk forward, tail curling around a leg, and the okami nudges at him to move.
If this is an illusion (Kujaku says it doesn't have that feel) then at least he'd get a moment with his beloved wife. A stolen moment. So he pushes forward, steps stubbornly moderate as he tries to settle his racing heart, gaze fixed intently on Yanli's beloved face. He can't help the naked hope on his face.
Another nudge from Kujaku. She might not remember all that he does. She might be from another time.
But it's still Jiang Yanli. It's enough. "A-Li?" It slips out when he's closer, close enough to hopefully be heard. He knows he looks different - ears, tail, and the wolf mask at his hip. But he can't just walk away when she might be right here.
Amusement Tour
If this is an illusion (Kujaku says it doesn't have that feel) then at least he'd get a moment with his beloved wife. A stolen moment. So he pushes forward, steps stubbornly moderate as he tries to settle his racing heart, gaze fixed intently on Yanli's beloved face. He can't help the naked hope on his face.
Another nudge from Kujaku. She might not remember all that he does. She might be from another time.
But it's still Jiang Yanli. It's enough. "A-Li?" It slips out when he's closer, close enough to hopefully be heard. He knows he looks different - ears, tail, and the wolf mask at his hip. But he can't just walk away when she might be right here.