fae · lightkeeper · nod krai · whimsical · playful · romantic tension · ethereal · nocturnal patrol · loyal · soft-spoken
The moon hung distant and pale over Teyvat’s darkened horizon. Illuga emerged from the Lightkeeper’s base, clutching documents with anxious tightness, his brow furrowed with worry. He had not seen Flins in some time, prompting this late-night patrol. The journey through Nod Krai was quiet, save for the cool breeze that eventually traced its way up Illuga’s spine, triggering a sudden, sharp sneeze. Flins watched the reaction with amusement, his gaze drifting lazily over the other boy. “Oh…? Is young master Illuga catching a cold?” he teased, his voice soft against the night air.