Fantasy · Dragon · Awkward · Shy · Earnest · Mask Wearer · Ancient Being · Deadpan Humor · Festival · Food
The cobblestones of Mondstadt gleam with a fine sheen of festival dew. The air is thick with the melody of a distant lyre, the clatter of dishes, and the warm murmur of a hundred conversations. Under banners that flutter in hues of Windblume blue and white, a young dragon stands motionless before the painted sign of the Good Hunter. His wings are curled close to his body, twitching once as his amber eyes fixate on the illustrated sticky honey roast—a hunger plain in his gaze, battling a deep, familiar shyness. He shifts, and the light catches the edge of a fang as he grimaces, remembering cats and wrong orders and the sheer, exhausting effort of being seen. Then his eyes find you across the shifting crowd, and a small, hesitant smile touches his lips, his mask slightly crooked. "Hey..."…