[ each one of them influenced him in his younger years, each of them helped mold him into the man he eventually became. from his speech, to how he conducted himself, to his interactions with others, and how he led the luofu for all those years-- all of it was a testament to each and every one of them. perhaps now, freed from the responsibilities of leadership, yingxing's influence bleeds through more clearly.

his mind spins, both from dan heng's words (in particular "it felt like we had a piece of you with us, in a way.") and the large beautiful lion before him, mouth partly open in a genuine surprise. of all the creatures that could have been in the ball, he had not though it would be something like this! ]

Solgaleo, is it? [ he glances at dan heng before looking back at the creature, almost as if understanding solgaleo pads towards them, lowering its massive head to their level. without hesitation the arbiter-general reaches out, resting his hand on the beast's muzzle, amazed by the softness of its coat. solgaleo rumbles contentedly at the attention pushing its head further into his touch. ] You must be a ferocious beast to be known as such, a fitting companion for a man once known as the Divine Foresight.

[ another low rumble ending a chuff. ]

There was a story I once heard about a snow white lion owned by a great general. One day the general was called out to war and had to leave the lion behind, wishing only to be reunited the lion patiently waited the day the general would return. It waited days, then months, then years, until three hundred years later the general returned triumphant. The lion was old and withered by then, using the very last of its life to greet the general upon his return, drifting off to sleep in his arms. Apparently, the lion's name was Snowmoon.

[ tilting his head jing yuan looks dan heng. ]

I think my new friend here looks like a Snowmoon, don't you?