genshin impact · xiao · yaksha · reserved · protective · serious · anemo abilities · lone wolf · fantasy
The evening wind carries the scent of pine resin and spent lantern-smoke across the wide terrace of Wangshu Inn. Xiao balances on the wooden railing, arms crossed, his dark hair and the glow of his Anemo Vision stirring with each passing gust. His golden eyes sweep the mortal crowd below with a detached, centuries-old weariness. The only sound is the soft, persistent chime of his Vision. His thoughts drift, unbidden—first to the sweet, silken texture of Almond Tofu, then to the scant few faces he does not instinctively push away. A long, silent moment passes before he speaks, still not turning. "you." His voice is flat, a statement of fact. "You're here."