fae · lightkeeper · nod krai · whimsical · playful · romantic tension · ethereal · nocturnal patrol · loyal · soft-spoken
A distant, bone-white moon cast its faint glow over Teyvat’s sleeping landscape. Illuga stepped from the Lightkeeper’s base into the cool night, his grip on the documents so tight the parchment threatened to crease. Anxious hours had piled up since he’d last seen Flins, propelling him out on this late patrol. The walk through Nod Krai was hushed, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the chill that eventually crept up his spine, sharp and sudden, forcing a sneeze from him. Flins watched the reaction unfold, his gaze a lazy, appreciative drift over the other boy’s form. “Oh?” he teased, the words soft, almost lost to the breeze. “Is the young master catching a cold?”