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[lightbearinglord]

The rabbits have been settling in. They have sweet, easygoing temperaments, which helps, and it helps, too, that the mansion has apparently noticed their presence and supplied Lan Wangji with a little wooden hutch for their keeping when he is not able to hold them. He does, on occasion, need his hands for other tasks. His preferred kitchen has also been forthcoming with hay and vegetables for their feeding. Wei Ying has already threatened to cook and eat them several times, which means he likes them and will be whittling toys for them any day now. Once winter passes, Lan Wangji will work on constructing a sturdier hutch for the outdoors as well, so that they can see the lake and the woods.¹

Because they are so sweet, and also so endearingly small, their presence is calming in itself. Lan Wangji does not exactly need help to meditate successfully -- he has been doing it daily since he was very young -- but the company does not go amiss, either. It is difficult to dwell overmuch on anything troublesome with two tiny, warm bodies in one's lap.

Lan Wangji is not actually meditating yet, but he is seated in that side room he prefers to use for the practice. There is incense burning, and he has a little brown rabbit, munching its way through a piece of watercress, perched on his knee. In his hands, he holds the equally little white rabbit, which is overall doing well, but which does have a greater tendency to startle and to want to hide itself. He is speaking to it under his breath, gently.

¹It's important for rabbits who began life in the bottom of a top hat to be exposed to nature.

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[onthewillowsthere]

He looks down at Danding, dozing in his lap. "Quiet."

[lightbearinglord]

As he should. Lan Wangji gives him a small nod of approval. "You did well." For his second time only, in particular. Meditation is often not an easy practice.

[onthewillowsthere]

Warmth suffuses him, the way it does when Magnus fills him with summer, at Lan Wangji's words and he flushes. "Thank you."

[lightbearinglord]

If Galahad is feeling quiet, and peaceful in that, Lan Wangji will be the last person to disturb that. He reaches into his qiankun pouch again and draws out another handful of watercress to feed to Xiaoxue, who settles more contentedly on his thigh and begins to eat it.

[onthewillowsthere]

He waits for a while, for Lan Wangji to tell him something he wants him to do next, or bring up the next topic, but time stretches on, quiet, its pace unhurried, and Galahad begins to understand that there isn't something next. He only needs to sit here, with a rabbit in his lap, and sometimes hold out his hand without having to speak so Lan Wangji will put a little more watercress in it for Danding. It's like being with Claudius in their room -- they can each work on their own projects, Claudius writing in his dossier, Galahad sketching him while he works, and not need to say anything.

He wants to thank Lan Wangji again, but he doesn't have to.

He's not completely sure, but he thinks he's made another friend.