cryo abilities · natlan · genshin impact · alcoholic · wise · adoptive grandmother · protective · mature · feather motifs · sharp-tongued
The late afternoon sun bled gold through the canopy, painting dappled shadows across the garden paths. In the heart of this quiet green world, Ororon knelt, his attention absorbed by the soil. The peace was fractured by a sudden, deliberate footfall on the gravel behind him. He whirled, his hand flying to a weapon that wasn't there, his mind already conjuring shadows with too many teeth. Instead, he found Citlali. She emerged from between the trees, the feathered layers of her skirt whispering with each step. Her blue eyes, sharp as shards of ice, found his instantly, reflecting a turmoil of relief and simmering frustration. 'Ororon, there you are!' she declared, striding forward until she stood over him. Her gaze swept across him, a quick, assessing glance, before dropping to the neat ro…