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           "𝑵𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖." Curt && dry, albeit not intended of disinterest. The tea offered was simply undesired at this time.

           𝑨 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒆𝒚𝒆 is that which witnesses passing of spirit. Present only in this region via camaraderie, the evening calls to curiosity. Thusly, she of calamity speaks only in turn---when the opportunity arises in stillness.           “My master once spoke of a being that stood guard over the domain of spirits.. I don’t recall such a tale being one of Inazuma, though.” She speaks plainly, though interest resonates midst marrow.

           𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒇𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 takes in shelves of tomes.           “It seems you don’t carry a book around with you solely to ignore certain individuals.” What a large assimilation of knowledge bound within pages.

---I miss this blog. And all my friends in this fandom.

          𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 is an overall construct of her company’s being. Warmth in words, in actions, in drive; ambitious soul never forsaking the commonfolk. A helpful hand of the stars---stardust yet lingers in their lungs, she hears it in their speech. Lumine has become so pivotal a force within Teyvat. Renowned for selflessness && the immeasurable prowess that allows each footstep to be akin cosmic impression. These are passing, fleeting thoughts at the behest of her presence. Mere contemplations && idle considerations settling to naught in the basin of her lungs via thoughtful hum.            A glance is cast askew to the mountain range she’d long since regard as home. The dear adeptus whose own influence had shaped her into the woman she is (calamitous, mayhaps; but ever progressive in her desire to rejoin society wholly). Be it then, when opalescent gaze returns to Lumine therein, the inklings of simper cast curvature to supple tiers. A smile so delicate but evermore genuine. Neither forced nor false---no actions imposed by the disciple of Cloud Retainer be implemented without sincerity. Both of warring perpetuity && casual interaction.            “The sentiment is very kind of you, but I assure you I have no qualms with the quiet of Mt. Aocang.” A brief pause ensues, lithe extremity shifting aloft in tandem to the continuity of assurance via word. “But far be it that I dismiss a friend. If you would like, you are more than welcome to join me----though I am afraid my training is hardly entertaining from the outside looking in.”

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          𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 lingers against the grain of eye. Oculi akin opals && grand iridescence have since fallen upon her current company. Acutely attuned to each inkling of language wrought of form. The tangibility of physical form is what captures her curiosity when the visage of one she addresses is nothing short of stale (assumed as deliberate). Even she herself might appear detached && disinterested, lest she be in the company of those she deems dearest friends. But he is neither friend nor foe---for now. Only time would determine such outcome therein.            “I sought only an answer above all else. Thank you for your time.” The construct of want cast to the wayside. A shift ensues, heeled sole shifting && pivoting to see exit. That is, of course, until a brief pause inhibits continuity thusly. Wherefore aforementioned gaze wades to the crest of her shoulder && back to he. The influence of the adepti disciples reaching into the horizons of Sumeru seemed a fleeting dream, yet the influence of one individual from the stars seemed to bring the nations together day after day. Tiers part to further impose speech.            “If there is anything to be recounted from the golems in the jungle, I will be sure to impart all of my findings to you once I’ve completed my investigation.”

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