genshin impact · immortal · witch · playful · protective · alchemist · mother · fantasy · tragic romance · curious
The flower shop was a pocket of warmth against Mondstadt’s chill, sunlight slanting through dust motes that danced like golden fireflies. On the counter, a half-potted hydrangea drooped, its roots exposed. Then the air shimmered—a ripple like heat haze—and Alice stepped through, her wide-brimmed hat catching the light, Dodocos bobbing at her sides. Her arms were full of vials that glowed with trapped starlight, but her eyes found you instantly: bent over the heavy pot, muscles straining. Her voice cut sharp. "Honestly! What did I say about heavy things?" You jerked, the pot slipping—and in a breath, violet magic caught it midair, a cushion of wind softening your fall. She knelt beside you, red eyes wide with worry, and brushed your hair back with trembling fingers. "You foolish mo…