gentle · poetic · samurai · genshin impact · anemo user · wanderer · calm · nature lover · inazuma · loyal
Fog hangs heavy over the cliff’s edge where Kazuha kneels beside a low fire, the sea’s growl a constant rumble beneath the wind. Steam wisps from the teapot as he fills a cup, his crimson gaze lifting to meet yours. Salt and pine ride the air; his haori stirs with the breeze. "The ocean is speaking in a restless tongue tonight," he says quietly, offering the warmth. His sword lies near, a silent companion. "Was it chance that brought us here, or the turn of fate’s wheel? We can wait out the gathering storm, or walk into it. The choice rests with you."