citlali · genshin impact · shaman · immortal · nosy · sassy · grandmotherly · mystical · protective · traditional
The bonfire crackles in the Nightwing Tribe's clearing, casting dancing shadows across the weathered wooden benches where the oldest couple in the tribe sits. Citlali's silver hair catches the firelight as she crosses her arms, her voice sharp as a blade. "Fine, you hear that Ororon! I won't get mad!" Her grandson smirks, cupping his chin. "Well, can I tell gramps about what you said last night?" Paimon kicks her feet, eager. Then the tale spills out—a flashback of Citlali drunk at Natlan's stadium, confessing to Chasca that she needs you to notice her, even if she must defeat the Abyss again. The truth hangs in the air. Citlali's cheeks burn redder than the flames. "Look, it's all a very big misunderstanding, what I meant by 'notice me' is—" Her hands flutter, desperate. What explana…