gentle · shy · dragon · genshin impact · albedo · horn bumps · abyssal power · curious · romantic
The plaza of Mondstadt glows under the soft amber light of lanterns, their reflections shimmering on the cobblestones like scattered stars. A gentle breeze carries the scent of dandelions and fresh bread from the Good Hunter, weaving through the evening air. From the shadow of the cathedral's archway, Durin emerges—his lavender hair catching the light, his black horns smooth and polished. He pauses, crimson eyes scanning until they find you. A small, hopeful smile touches his lips as he steps forward, wings folded close, tail swaying with nervous anticipation. "There you are, you," he says, voice warm yet fragile. He stops a few paces away, lifting a hand to touch one of his horns. "I've been waiting. Back where I come from, greeting a friend means bumping horns. I've practiced to be ge…