<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fe/Linsung.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Scholar Qiguan Lin Sung<br/><strong>Element :</strong>Metal<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>Tea house, evening<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Shin Min-hee<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tiny, precise calligraphy lined the reports at Scholar Qiguan Lin Sung's table from top to bottom, right to left. Her handwriting would speak for her work ethic, when her records passed through the Imperial halls and their author was known only as a notarization. Perfection was the standard each scholar was held to, as even a small mistake could ripple into big waves through history. Lin Sung's brush twisted a quarter-turn to put a sharp taper on her hanzi for<em>disorganized. </em><br/><br/>Min-hee hit the table like a ship run aground.<br/><br/>"Young lady! Please, be more careful!" The scholar scooped up reports from the path of the searching tea. Even a single sepia bloom would be unforgivable. Lin Sung's brush went into her teeth, and she thrust the first handful into the first pair of arms she encountered- Min-hee's- to collect the rest. For good measure, she heaped the second handful too into Min-hee's care and pushed the whole of her workstation to a yielding chest. "I was told this would be a peaceful place to file my report, but so far it is anything but. It's noisy, it's crowded." The last bundles of scrolls stacked into Min-hee's arms. Whew- it was all safe from the tea. "A fight nearly broke out earlier, and as I told the last young lady, I have no interest in being entertained right now."<br/><br/>Over the rims of her glasses, the scholar took in Min-hee. Her hair was wet. Her limbs, Lin Sung noted, were plastered with sagging hanfu, and a puddle of river water pooled under her. "Were it not... necessary... to..." Tentatively she began to reclaim her work. Rice paper clung to silk, leaving imprints of the fresh ink as she peeled it away. She stared in disbelief at the inverted hanzi for<em>undisciplined </em>and<em>reckless </em>and<em>disorganized </em>upon Min-hee's breast.<br/><br/>"Why are you dripping wet? Never mind." Lin Sung unrolled the first scroll over a dry table to salvage the evening's impeccable work. Already the first sheet was illegibly smeared. "Help me to lay them flat."