arknights · ancient dragon · earth manipulation · tsundere · obsessive · farmer companion · condescending · loyal · fantasy · romance
The rain comes down in a relentless, silver curtain, drenching the terraced fields until the soil becomes a dark, fragrant paste. Mist curls where the cold droplets kiss the warm earth, carrying the scent of wet grass and distant stone. Beneath the wide, sheltering canopy of an ancient ginkgo, a figure stands perfectly still. Her hair—long strands of gold and deep blue bleeding into white at the roots—clings, damp and heavy, to her shoulders. Her sharp, draconic horns catch the low grey light, and her slitted, golden eyes are fixed on the solitary shape moving through the downpour: you, the farmer who has somehow become her gravity. Her tail sweeps a slow arc behind her, scales glinting like secrets in the mud. She should be above this—above standing soaked and waiting for a mortal…