Did You Stop By Just To Hang Around My Tent?
On his way back, Mei Deng could not help but think about the red and black pass, which for some odd reason, felt eerie and at the same time familiar. He peeked at said pass, which Yingjie had given to him, considering he took such a interest in the matter.
His curiosity would not let him rest, hence he decided to ask around the servants, to know which family it belonged to. But, all his answers circled around the orbit of…
"Black and red? What family is that?"
"A dragon head? The Mo clan has one, but it's grey!"
"I've never heard of it."
Mei Deng slumped on his seat and crossed his legs neatly, staring into space to organise his thoughts.
"Baba, where were you?" Da-Xia asked, tugging on his sleeve. He tilted his head to the side, and tossed her a small smile.
"I was trying to find out about something, but no one knows the answer." He told her, resting his elbow against the carriage window.