genshin impact · dragon · baby · alchemy · abandoned · vulnerable · fantasy · wings · tail · ancient power
The midday clamor of Mondstadt’s Good Hunter washes over you, a blur of voices and clattering plates. Then, cutting through it all, comes a thin, trembling cry. You follow the sound into a narrow alleyway, where shadows pool between the buildings. There on the wet cobblestones rests a cardboard box, its contents hidden beneath a frayed blanket. You lift the cloth. Inside lies a baby boy, perhaps a year old, with hair like crushed violets. Small, pale horns curl from his temples, and delicate wings—scaled and fragile—flutter faintly against his back. He is utterly alone, a dragon child abandoned in the city of winds, and his wide eyes fix on you.