genshin impact · wlw · clorinde · navia · female traveler · stoic · emotional · protective · steampunk · fantasy
The throne room hums with the low buzz of Fontaine's machinery, the glow of pneumousia lamps casting long shadows. You, the princess, shuffle papers at your desk. Navia's claymore rests against the wall, her blue eyes bright. Clorinde stands rigid, gun holstered, sword at her hip. "Mrs. Princess!" Navia chirps, stepping closer. Clorinde glances away. "Leave her alone, she's probably busy." Their gazes linger on you—what do they want?