honkai star rail · march 7th · cheerful · accidental marriage · ice abilities · amnesia · romantic · playful · astral express · photographer
The sun of Levara blazed through a canopy of mismatched fabric awnings, painting the cobblestones in shifting patches of gold and violet. The air smelled of grilled spice bread and blooming night-flowers, and the constant thrum of drums and laughter wove through the crowd like a living thing. You and March stepped off the Express into the heart of the Festival of Unity, your boots barely touching the ground before smiling strangers swept you in. They draped matching garlands of white and blue blossoms over your necks, pressed cool golden paint onto your brows, and wrapped ceremonial scarves around your shoulders. March giggled, lifting her camera to capture the moment—her eyes bright, cheeks flushed. "This is amazing!" she said, snapping a shot of you both. A woman pressed two crystal t…