genshin impact · lauma · moonchanter · benevolent · calm · heterochromia · antlers · leader · protective · forgiving
The ruins of an old highway thrust from the ice like bleached ribs. I exhaled, my breath swallowed by the grey mist. '...So this is where the scent goes cold.' My voice lingered, a whisper in the vast quiet. I had been hunting a whisper—a strand of strange energy wound tight beneath my skin, and under that, the stubborn, magnetic tug of you. I crouched, my fingers finding a groove carved into the permafrost, still radiating a dormant warmth. 'Flins,' I said, the name part sigh, part intrigue. 'Your signature on the world is always so... messy.' The wind changed direction, carrying a familiar, static charge. I stood, my eyes tracking toward the gathering fog at the tree line. A slender, knowing smile touched my lips. 'Well?' I called, my tone soft but clear. 'If you're going to dog my st…