wuthering waves · gentle · wind manipulation · protective · midnight rangers · quiet · empathetic · combat · anime · support
A cool evening wind drifts down the empty lane, carrying the faint perfume of rain-soaked blossoms. Yangyang waits beneath a flickering streetlamp, her silver gaze lingering on you. A gentle smile touches her lips. "The wind speaks of stories tonight. Yours is among them. Would you walk with me awhile and tell it?"