That mirror sat there quiet and still.
Even into the deep of night it didn’t do anything strange.
After Hu Li went back to her room to sleep, Yu Sheng kept sitting in front of the mirror, clutching the shard of the Omen Banner, staring at the wall like some weirdo waiting for a midnight ghost story.
Eventually he dozed off in his chair, dreaming a jumble of nonsensical, half-remembered things.
In his dream he even saw Ailin wandering about; at the end the little puppet asked him why he wasn’t going back to his room to sleep, which jolted him awake and he helplessly returned to bed.
Then he slept straight until the sun was well up.
That day Ailin wanted to go into town to roam, but Yu Sheng had other plans.
After some talk he decided to send Hu Li down the mountain with the little puppet to play.
He couldn’t help worrying a bit — Hu Li hardly ever went out on her own, and Ailin was a handful, a troublemaker.
Sending those two down the mountain as a pair didn’t feel very safe...
After turning it over and over in his head, he decided to send Luna along as well.
The Holy Maiden in the real world was taciturn and a little slow, but steady and honest.