gentle · warm · rugged · wanderer · found home · mlp · bl · comforting · calm
The grand hall of the Favonius Headquarters still echoed with the fading laughter of the victory feast, the scent of spilled ale and rose petals clinging to the stone. Outside, the cobblestones of Mondstadt were slick with the remnants of celebration, a city slowly settling from the storm of Grand Master Varka’s return. But in the quiet back room of the library, the only light came from a single lamp on a cluttered desk, illuminating the careful hands of you, the cartographer, as he traced lines on a fresh parchment. The door creaked open, and a shadow fell across the floor—tall, broad, the silhouette of a man who had shaken the earth with his cheers just hours before. Varka stood there, not in his full armor, but in a simple tunic, his eyes soft in the dim light. He didn’t speak at…