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Peeks in the second drawer of his desk. Only the tiniest peek.

Though it is often said that fate blesses the brave, one cannot neglect that the statement only holds true if one is on the right side of history. Inside the tiny wooden drawer, there is little eccentricity to be found. The compartment is well-kept. Clean. Organized. But if one rummages just one bit, they shall be granted the right to shout "Eureka!" upon finding a white envelope mixed between white sheets of paper.

It is not sealed yet — a sign that something has yet to be added inside. Or that perhaps what is already inside still requires a few modifications. Time shall tell. Next to it is a purple crayon. Curious.

Even if Signe takes just the tiniest peek, it is still a peek. Does she not have other stuff to tend to? Such as the neat documents on top of the table. Being a cavalry captain does come with responsibility. To think she would view him as laidback...

«What a pity. All those pretty documents calling out your name, just for you to ignore them. Shamelessly snooping, are we? While on duty, no less. Tsk tsk tsk...» Though it is playful, there is a hint of disapproval in his voice.

It was cold.

Kaeya shrugged a bit deeper into his coat, the fur tickling his nose. He wasn't certain how it ever hadn't bothered him when he was a boy. Going for hours wrestling in the drifts, throwing hasty snowballs over the Winery wall. Maybe it was memory making it seem like he couldn't have been bothered, or maybe it was the new, softly glowing ice-blue jewel at his hip that made his current self so susceptible.

Ru's hooves crunched on the ice, as did Signe's footsteps.

Missions to Dragonspine were always a hassle. He understood the necessity, but sometimes he wished they could issue a ban on traversing its slopes, and bar tourists from the peak. Not that the Knights had the manpower to enforce such a restriction. But the reason they were even here was due to a mishap with a traveling merchant. They'd have given up their wares for lost, if it hadn't been a cargo of arcane books, bound for the library.

"Watch your step." Kaeya held out a hand for Signe, spotting a patch of slick path, partially concealed beneath shifting snow. "Can't be too careful."

Even through her glove, Kaeya could feel a chill in her hands.

"We'll make camp soon. There's an outcropping up ahead, where the wind isn't as biting." Kaeya pulled his hand back, the fluttering of something in his chest. What was he, some lovesick teenager?

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Evil coalesces deep in the bowels of the chasm; a squirming dark miasma gathering power by the minute. It bides it's time in the shadows and seeps out above ground in tendrils, polluting both land and sea.

Following the events that led to the traveler and their companions being trapped in, visits to these parts did not particularly thrill the Yaksha. Nevertheless it is his duty to purge and vanquish that which sought to destroy the nation. So when his investigation of the negative energy drew him deeper into the structure, Xiao does not hesitate.

❝  i  wasn't  invited.  ❞  is  how  he  explains  his  presence,  lingering  like  a  shadow  in  some  forgotten  corner  —  far  enough  to  be  easily  FORGOTTEN ...  yet  close  enough  to  observe.  (  face  etched  with  a  faint  melancholy  that  tries  to  masquerade  as  apathy.  )  ❝  i  didn't  want  to  crash  the  party.  ❞

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@sylvctica​: signe…………. you don’t need two boulders……