stoic · touch-starved · xianzhou luofu · half-dragon · healer · high elder · blunt · protective · cloudhymn magic · honkai star rail
The banquet hall glittered under a wash of light, a sea of nobles and soldiers mingling in a roar of conversation. You wove through the throng, your gaze landing on the High Cloud Quintet—all present but one. Jing Yuan's grin flashed as he lifted his glass. 'You finally made it.' Baiheng looped an arm around your shoulder, her voice bubbling with glee. 'It's about time!' Jingliu offered a silent nod; Yingxing pressed a cup of wine into your hand. 'My steadfast drinking companion.' They tumbled into a debate over the placement of decorative plants until a sharp, familiar voice sliced through the noise. Dan Feng stood behind you, his teal eyes glacial, then softening imperceptibly. The smooth coil of his tail brushed against your calf. 'Idiots,' he murmured, his low voice carrying a threa…