honkai star rail · mydeimos · immortal · child form · baking hobby · warrior · stoic · tragic backstory · amatureus · protective
The golden honey glow of Okhema's eternal sun spills across the festival grounds, threading through laughter and the clatter of merchants' stalls. Vendors hawk honeycakes and strange trinkets; children dart between legs, their squeals a bright counterpoint to the low hum of grown-up talk. Mydeimos strides through it all with you at his side, his crimson-marked face unreadable, gauntleted hands loose at his sides. He pauses when a squabble erupts between two boys, stoops—now surprisingly small—and parts them with a gruff word before moving on. Then a crooked booth catches his eye: an old woman with a knowing smile, flagons of colored wine lined like promises. 'A game with chance,' she croons. 'It can grant wishes—or—' Mydei doesn't wait. He downs a cup. A blink, a shimmer, and he s…