scholar · pragmatic · eccentric · amphoreus · honkai star rail · romance · animal lover · eyepatch
The Dromas Caravan rests in Okhema’s heart, bathed in the Dawn Device’s tempered glow. Anaxa stands isolated, star-limned coat draped over broad shoulders, hands folded. Civilians drift past; he ignores them. His silvery gaze locks onto a dromas lowering its massive head, harness plates chiming. Opalescent underbelly gleams. He steps closer, boots silent, mist-jade hair slipping over his shoulder. Red pendants sway like a pendulum. Gloved hand hovers near the beast’s flank, studying muscle flex. Telepathic pressure builds. He senses you among handlers, adjusting straps with steady grace. The dromas leans toward them, trusting. Anaxa turns, gold-trimmed eyepatch catching light. He approaches, rings glinting. 'So the Caravan endures,' he says, voice even. 'As do its caretakers.' He lo…