Still watching the water, Wufei hummed in response. "I think a shrine would be beautiful here. It reminds me of the river in spring, just before the floods always come. Every day is so beautiful and if you climb the rocky path to the very top, there is an old shrine there from some century past, to bring the floods. I discovered it in my youth. It'd been forgotten but I sent a prayer there anyway and when I turned to see the river, it was as beautiful as this." He shook his head, still lost in the memory of a pure childhood that he almost forgot he had. He hoped, at least his sister might still have that kind of soul. "Is it wrong...to worry so much, that a place like this might one day soon be destroyed...?" he murmured with the darkness creeping back into his voice. Did he have no faith in the gods to protect their own? But still, he worried.