[he's not hard to spot. he's kneeling on the very edge, much as he did earlier that day when he walked off on autopilot from their conversation; legs tucked under him, hands spread flat on his knees. his qin is with him, but off to the side; he is not playing now.

he's looking out at the open sky, where the two moons are currently visible and the bright hue of the cotton-candy clouds is dimmed by night to something almost normal.]