JIANG ZHENG QING
Zheng Qing didn't think it was very nice to assume his dormlets had challenged mental faculties, so he didn't, but when Kueria called him "Zheng laoshi" again, he sighed in his head. And then, an interesting tidbit of information -- so she hadn't been a bird originally, and she'd actually had a life outside of birdhood? Interesting. Memories she couldn't seem to unlock, of a past life... Qing wondered if she was suffering from one too many knocks on the head, or if she had a magical memory problem. Perhaps something was preventing her from getting them back.
Suddenly, the sunset didn't seem quite so interesting. Kueria's situation had piqued Qing's curiosity.
But he smiled nonetheless, especially when she mentioned singing. One of his kids, Wen, sang too -- and she sang beautifully. He wondered if Kueria was anywhere near that standard; from what he'd gotten of Wen's information, she was a literal, bonafide god of music -- just a very young one. If Wen had been mortal, it would have made no difference -- she was as young as some of his other kids here.
"I like to sleep. Sing for me?" He asked, laughing lightly.
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OOC:
Kueria would never pass up an opportunity to sing, be it on stage or simply to a friend. Well, in this case, she wasn't sure if her teacher could classify as her friend but it was good enough - no, it was more than enough.