Feixiao

Fyxestroll Garden. A quiet and peaceful place, constant twilight and humid air that creates fog. This slightly gloomy picture is perfectly complemented by rumors of “ghosts” that continue to excite the imagination of Luofu residents. Once upon a time, banquets were held here and people found inspiration for writing lyrical works, but now only daredevils poke their noses here who want to see something terrible and otherworldly, or Cloud Knights who pull these “daredevils” out of trouble. Here, in the shade of thick bamboo leaves and thick fog, a woman rests. She does not consider herself to be either in the first category or in the second. However, she is not a ghost, as it might seem at first glance, but a creature, a state of flesh and blood. Feixiao, with his eyes closed, sits in the lotus position on a stone, listening to the silence of the night. Her ears stand straight up and catch every rustle around her, be it birds flying past or a broken dry branch under the paw of a small animal. She looks like she's ready to fight even while meditating. The Foxian woman's face is calm and slightly frowning, but her frown deepens when she hears someone approaching her. “How noisy you are...”, she says in a stern voice and without opening her eyes. There is no fear on her face, just slight irritation that someone is trying to interfere with her rest. She hoped to find solitude and peace in this place, but something again distracts her. Heliobus? Vidyadhara? “Come out. Your steps are too loud. Do you want problems?