#carnivoraformes

one of the biggest reasons why i didn’t enjoy the aranara quest was because of how lost i felt over how much it seemed to web out. the pacing of it confused me, half of the time i was just clicking things until something happened. i was able to keep up with the lore & story but something about the way that questline was formatted just gave me a headache.

i also couldn’t handle a chunk of my world map just showing up as not unlocked so i had to subject myself to get it done.

❝ you haven’t been acting right. ❞ - ei to yae miko

"Don't you think that sounds a little rude, my dear Ei?" The shrine maiden chuckled, not taking her words too seriously. She had many faces depending on who was in front of her but they were all a part of her. Who was to say which was right and which was wrong?

' i don't know how they do things where you're from, but it's generally frowned upon to follow a woman around from the shadows. ' true, she didn't exactly blend in, even when she was at home in mondstadt, but the sound of footsteps hidden in her own was enough to make her scowl.

@carnivoraformes - plotted starter.

With slight concern gracing Sunday's usually masked features, clad legs carried him closer to the familiar sight of his sister. Behind these doors, it was just them, which meant that there was no need to act as he did in public, where never mind, where he was, no one saw, who he truly was beneath his polite smiles ⸺ he was the image of The Family, which meant that he had to appear perfect and welcoming.

Reaching over, slender digits briefly graced the soft crown of his sister's head as his wings lowered a little, showing how deeply he cared.

❝ Are you nervous? You know, there will be no need, you will do perfectly. ❞

Jing Yuan says marry.

When the General finishes his last bit of work, the wolf-kissed noticed immediately just how tired Jing Yuan was. Luckily for them both, they were in his chambers where they could shower him with affection whenever they wanted to. Eivor pushes themselves from the wall they had leaned against, and walked to the man when he finally stood up from his desk. A small smile appears on their lips, hand gingerly reaching to brush against his tenderly. ❝Do we have the rest of the night to ourselves, then?❞ Eyes drift down at the paperwork that seemed filled out, only to refocus on his golden eyes once more. The need to press their lips against his thrums in their chest, but they wanted to wait - to see if he would do it himself or if he would tell them that perhaps he is indeed, done for the night. It's New Years, and they wish to spend time with him.