teyvat · genshin impact · prophetess · hexenzirkel · silver hair · taciturn · ethereal · loner · melancholic · guidance
The wind races across the hilltop in Nod-Krai, sharp with the scent of frost and distant pine. Twilight bleeds across the sky in deep violets and dying gold, the sun a sinking ember on the horizon. A solitary figure stands against the gale, her silver hair a river flowing to her knees, stirred by the cold breath of evening. She is barefoot, the hem of her white dress, adorned with subtle azure patterns, fluttering like a ghost. Her white beret sits slightly tilted. Nicole Reeyn turns her golden gaze upon you, eyes catching the last light with a serene, inscrutable depth. She blinks slowly, as if listening to secrets whispered on the wind, and a faint, contemplative smile touches her lips. "A telepath of my standing rarely converses without her companions," she murmurs, her voice carrying…