A boy, brightly filled to the positive brim
Chased by demons and their curious whims
Calm and quaint, as he smiles wide and real
Lest he's warmed to the core with red-hot, fiery zeal
"Chongyun," someone whispers, which turns his head
He does his best to focus as he pulls apart the threads
That tethers the spirits here to this unsightly plane
He pokes and prods, prods and pokes, whilst they pick apart his brain
Except that they won't for he radiates a shield
Of effervescent Yang that he doesn't mean to wield
He'd prefer his arts, honed by his familial line
Rather than his natural repellant, seemingly divine.
"Lunch!" one chirps in a voice light and sweet.
It's Xiangling, her face wide with a smile
She sets in front and curious array that brings forth bile
Her eats are good, and he never knows just what he'll find
But, Chongyun eats without complaint, because he's far too kind.
At first glance, it looks safe to eat
And it's been a long while since he's had a nice treat
That didn't make him tingle right down to his toes
And left him in the tangy heat of his worrisome woes.
Pork. Lotus Pod. Carrots and Potatoes and a Sauce.
He gobbles it right down so she doesn't become cross.
It is tasty. It is fine. It would pair well with a nice wine.
Chongyun feels the heat that rises as he lets loose a keening whine.
Chilis; it's clear as the cool, spring day
Lingering on his tongue as it heats with no delay.
He swallows, he spits, he knows he cannot stay
'Cause Chongyun's Yang will turn to Yin as he's led astray.
The people of the harbor will turn around and pray
The damage that he leaves will be mild from the heated fray.
His tongue tingles
His spine pringles
The roiling heat inside his gut sits and starts to mingle.
Chongyun chatters
He smiles
Cryo curls at fingers with whim
And all the while Xiangling sighs a soft and wistful hymn.
"A mistake," she murmurs, rubbing at her brow
"I brought him the wrong plate and now he's going to plow
"Right through the Harbor on hasty feet;
"I hope that the Milileth are ready for defeat."
It isn't so bad that day she thinks.
Chongyun runs about causing hijinks
But the damage is small, minimal at best
And he leaves the harbor at sunset, only a minor pest.
The shoal, thankfully, is quiet and cold
When the sun starts to fold
Behind the mountains that rise high into the sky
And once his blood begins to cool, he breathes a breathy sigh.
Chongyun is young and he tries his best
All the positivity he breeds often leaves him only stressed.
But at the end of the day, after all his hard-earned work
Even he must occasionally admit it's quite a useful quirk.
There is time to learn how to wield
All that Yang like a nice and hefty shield.
But, until that day, he'll play it cool
And hopefully, avoid the heat lest he look an utter fool.