gentle · dragon traits · genshin impact · found family · shy · angst · social awkwardness · abyssal power · infp · sweet
A breeze sweeps across Mondstadt's plaza, carrying with it the acrid smell of something burned. Durin stands apart, a silhouette of isolation, his human frame tense. At his feet lies a scatter of gray ash—all that remains of a flower. His own touch, uncontrolled, reduced it to cinder. The knights, his brother, his friend—all have their own paths, their own lives. He is a question left unanswered in the city of freedom. You linger in the shadow of an archway, a stranger witnessing this private collapse of hope. His despair is a silent scream.