#arcanawinds

       “ Thank you… It’s very… pretty. ”      Qingxin, she could recall, having handled the herb enough in the past that it actually triggered some recognition. It was one of the more difficult floras for her to procure, blooming atop the mountain peaks. Often she’d have to climb, which came with a lot of trial and error on her part.

       “ Can I keep it? Between the pages in my notebook? ”    Qiqi wondered aloud, magenta irises rising to meet their gaze. She’d witnessed someone do it before, preserving a flower between the pages in a book, though she couldn’t remember where she’d seen it done.

      Ears perked up a little at her question, unable to help the stupidly wide smile that spread across their face at how sincere she was about asking in the first place.

      “Of course—though, if you want to make sure it stays pretty between the pages of your notebook, we’ll have to get some parchment paper.” Although they were a god of flora, drying flowers wasn’t really their forte to do on the spot. “And it’ll make for a nice surprise when you open your notebook and see them there. Wanna see if we can find some?”

   When Ryou had gotten sight of the enormous tree house like structure in the distance, well. How could anyone expect him to resist going to see what it was about?

It was so much further than he’d thought.

   To his credit, Ryou had almost made it to the structure when he had to take a break. Though he’d been exploring this world for awhile now, he certainly wasn’t close to being in shape, and the bright sun was surely burning him by now. 

He had no qualms with simply sprawling in the grass, pressing his warm cheek to the cool earth and the grass that tickled. 

                 he thought, if he just touched and confirmed bennett was real and ok, it would make him feel better. that’s how it’s always been in the past - razor’s tactile nature made his main form of learning and communicating his own two hands. he could smell bennett through the smoke and burning, he could touch bennett in how they hugged, he could even see bennett when the other moves just enough to check if razor was injured...and yet, his fight or flight switch doesn’t turn off. his heart just keeps pounding.

                louder and louder in his ears. his face gets hot. why does he feel so hot? he was nowhere near that blast, bennett had made sure of that...bennett was protecting him but it was supposed to be the other way around. razor protected his lupical. why does he feel so hot?

              bennett is looking at him, wolfkin looks back, but it’s as if red eyes are somewhere else. a thousand yard stare, his pupils dilate and he can’t seem to catch a breath.

muse ratings

Looks: 8/10 Personality: 8.5/10

Favorite thing about them: “ I am happy to work with Sucrose on a regular basis, and I look forward to seeing her future successes in bio-alchemy. Her perspective is both unique and refreshing. ”

Least favorite thing about them: “ While Sucrose has a plethora of pleasant qualities, her stubborn habits can be worrisome. Once she has an idea in her head, there is no dissuading her, even if it is not in her own best interest. Additionally, she is not the most observant when she is fixated on her research, which can lead her straight into danger. ”

@arcanawinds​​ said:

Slowly stirring from slumber, Sucrose blinked, then again before realization crashed into her. She jolted up from the desk, scattering the papers she'd fallen asleep on. " I'm sorry! I'm sorry! " She squealed, refusing to so much as glance toward the alchemist as she hurriedly collected the fallen papers. " I didn't mean to fall asleep... " Admittedly she'd been pulling all-nighters again for the sake of her latest research.

All-nighters came as naturally to alchemists as breathing, so it was no surprise when Albedo found his assistant dozing off at her own desk. Instead of waking Sucrose in this overworked state, he’d chosen to take off his own coat, draping it over her shoulders, before double checking the watering schedule of his assistant’s various experiments.

While he had his own plans for the afternoon, it would not do to watch his assistant’s work suffer when she needed the rest. His research could wait an extra hour or so.

By the time she awoke, crash-landing back into reality with apologetic squeals, Albedo was back at his own lab station, crushing various herbs into a powdered state for use in a new variant of potion. It would, in theory, assist in attracting crystalflies to a spot - the species was as easily spooked as Sucrose, which made art works of them difficult.

          “ ...It happens. ”

Three Things that Come to Mind || Accepting!

          “ ...Sucrose is stubborn and inquisitive to a fault, even to her own detriment. If she is curious about a subject, she will waltz headlong into danger without a second thought for her own health and safety. ”

After several long moments, a gloved hand reached up to cover the way that his mouth twisted into a fond little smile. It truly was odd, the way in which warmth blossomed in the homunculus’ chest when he thought about the various people that he spent time with. Human relationships were a complex subject that required no small amount of effort; yet, troublesome as they could be, they were worth it in the end.

          “ I did not anticipate mentoring assistants when I began working within Mondstadt, but I look forward to seeing the path that she will walk going forward. Her curiosity and dedication is commendable, and I believe that she will go far within the field of bio-alchemy. ”

On this day, in particular, the weather was perfect for harvesting boom blossoms. Drizzling just enough to make the soil pliant beneath gloved hands, but not enough to make the area unpleasant to wander. Material gathering could be considered beneath a “Chief Alchemist,” but Albedo did not put much stock in titles. It, much like the adjective “genius,” meant very little. Inspiration and discovery were integral to his research into Teyvat, and remaining walled off in his lab wouldn’t get him far.

Until, rather out of nowhere, a crack of thunder ushered in a storm. One moment, the clouds above were a mild shade of gray, only offering the lightest sprinkle of water, and almost the very next, water poured from skies that had turned a dark, angry shade. Not that Albedo visibly reacted. Instead, his eyes scanned the horizon, before lingering on the silhouette of what appeared to be a young man.

Bennett, presumably. Truly fascinating, the way in which bad luck followed him wherever he went. Even if the alchemist had only gathered half the amount of boom blossoms required for experimentation, it could take a back seat for the time being.

          “ Burst forth. ”

A geo flower, easily summoned above the alchemist’s head. The illumination of golden energy would, hopefully, serve to get Bennett’s attention, as well as mitigate the rain overhead as it followed his own hurried steps. It only took an additional few moments to get to the young man, before he waved for the unlucky adventurer to follow after him. If Albedo remembered correctly, there was a cave not far from here. It would serve as shelter until the worst of the storm had passed.

inquiry from @arcanawinds​’s Xiangling — “ Sorry about Guoba eating your lunch! ” Again. Not the first time the little bear has committed the crime, and Xiangling was certain it wouldn’t be the last. To make up for his mischievous antics, she’s taken it upon herself to prepare a generous serving of golden shrimp balls with fresh ingredients she scoured the marketplace for once she’d learned of what he’d done. With Guoba hiding in shame behind her legs, the young chef offered the container.  “ Please accept this as our apology! ”

    “You really don’t need to apologize, Xiangling. It happens.” Keqing waves her hands before her dismissively. 

    She can hardly be mad at Guoba’s appetite—he just appreciates good food, which she can relate to... but it’s great that Xiangling has a sense of ownership for her companion’s actions. What’s more, the sight of the very generous serving of golden shrimp balls is enough for her to immediately forgive Guoba for the things that she wasn’t even upset about.