Adam glared at Bao, but the hardness melted instantly. Useless to fight against what was done. Like a river, he would flow around the unpredictable, silencing the directness of yang that would call for a scolding with the calm yin.
Worries about the dangers Bao would have to face faded into opportunities. For the baby panda to learn through experience, to explore wild lands and meet species she had never imagined within the confines of her forest or the safety of the college. Why did he even think about yin and yang when he had followed those principles with the same non-existent diligence as the three virtues? Perhaps because her dark and white fur reminded him of the diagram? Didn't matter.
Or perhaps it would...
