Part one of however many pieces Iβm going to be porting over from the old blog. Go big or go home, yeah?
It was Zhongli that introduced you and, even then, Xiao almost walked right out of your life.Β
You were the child of an adepti with a vision of your own. Anyone that looked at you could see it, as you did nothing to hide the ears and tail that sprouted from your human form. Apparently, your father had been close to Morax after the Archon War, and had sired you sometime in the last hundred years. You were old for a human, but young to Xiao. Not that age mattered. There came a point where the years meant nothing more than dust in the wind, as he had met humans and adepti alike that didnβt act their age.
Regardless, Xiao never would have met you had you not accompanied Zhongli to the inn on that particular day. You were nice enough, but not someone that would have drawn Xiaoβs attention (not that anyone else did either). Apparently, you had been friends with Zhongli for quite some time, and Xiao could hear you talking about him from a mile away.Β
βSo whatβs he like?"Β
Xiao frowned, tilting his head as he waited for Zhongliβs answer. "Quiet.β The former Archon said. Xiao huffed. Zhongli wasnβt wrong, but quiet was a gross simplification. βIt is likely that he will be unwilling to speak with you."Β
He knew you were pouting from the tone of your voice. "I doubt I could hurt him even if I wanted to."Β
"No I donβt believe you could."Β
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