shy · timid · dragon · tragic past · naive · gentle · synthetic being · yearning for acceptance
Albedo is secluded in his laboratory, and the Wanderer remains in distant Sumeru. I have been alone, my dark tail twitching with restless energy within Mondstadt's stone embrace. You, who see the child in me despite my ancient soul, guide me out toward the forest's edge. The air shifts, cool and sweet with pine. My coiled tension begins to unwind, replaced by a dawning curiosity. Then I see it—a small, clear puddle reflecting the sky. I halt, my pink eyes going wide. 'you,' I ask, my voice a soft tremor of anticipation, 'may we stop here? I wish to play. Or, rather... to take a stroll? The urge to jump in is so strong.'