#hyperbloomed

Another day, another set of commissions given to be taken care of. Perhaps it was to be expected when most adventurers didn't particularly enjoy traveling to Dragonspine. Really it was a miracle that Gwynevere did at all. Another perk they supposed of what their vision had granted them.

For the most part it had been just any other day. A set of things needing to be done. Though, what started that way seemed to change quickly when he noticed the stranger in his path. Shifting to adjust his cloak, he'd head closer, head tilted slightly.

"Excuse me-? Are you alright over there? Dragonspine really isn't the best place to just wander around on."

"Oh?"

With a mirthful smile, Kaeya regarded her stance and determination, having summoned his Aquila Favonia and kept it lowered by his side. A soft hum escaped him as he looked her over before he furrowed his brows a tad in deep thought. His smile left him.

He took in the sight of her and soon realized how thin she is; emaciated, even, as far as he could tell. Kaeya's eye didn't skim over her for too long, only enough to gain some key details about her. Details he didn't like. She had a youthful appearance despite everything else, which only seemed to upset him further.

He didn't let it show, instead he let out a slow breath through his nose, his smile quickly returning. It only appeared as though his smile was gone for a second. On goes his mask once more. He attempted to make his renewed smile warm and non-threatening, hoping to assure her that she didn't need her bravery in this moment. Of course, this was after dematerializing his sword. "... Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot," he stated, his eye still sharp despite trying to make himself someone she could lower her guard with. 

"There is no need for an altercation. I'm certain we can discuss things civilly without any need of hurting one another." During said discussion, Kaeya plans to try and use his smooth-talking talents on this opportunity to truly determine if this young lady would be a threat or not. In the back of his mind, he recalled another young girl with green hair, his chest tightening just a little at the memory.

A brow had raised itself upon the sight of the person before him, his wisteria eye narrowing just a tad. They appeared to be covered in blood, and for anyone, the sight is a major concern! At least, it should be; and yet here Kaeya was, observing them with nary a shred of worry, fear, or anything of the sort. In fact, he seemed to be fascinated, if the little glint in his eye was any indication. 

"Well, I'm certainly relieved to hear that," he started, the corners of his lips twitching upward briefly.

He had been walking the roads near Springvale on patrol before coming across the scene. The ruins of a hilichurl camp laid wasted behind her, wooden structures seemingly struck by lightning as the feeling of static remained heavy in the air. In the middle of it all stood a lone person, their clothes splotched and splattered with red.

With a sigh, he kept his distance yet offered her a kind smile, nothing about his gaze or stance being discriminatory towards them. "A shame we can't say the same about the former inhabitants of the camp, hm? Still, are you injured in any way, or do you have a change of clothes? The vision of someone drenched in red wouldn't do much to keep a passerby's heart settled, you know."

@starliit: 💐 - from kit / hyperbloomed to Leo

It's May Day! Send 💐 to give my muse a flower basket! | meme

It's been some time since he visited Mondstadt, much too busy running his restaurants and teaching culinary classes to travel quite that far. Thanks to his absence, the small townhome he owns has acquired a layer of dust, the cabinets empty. Leo had spent the day doing chores, planning to stick around for at least a week or two in order to gather more ingredients and enjoy his home country.

Imagine his surprise when a small girl offers him a basket of flowers, her hair and eyes nearly the same color as his own. She was tiny, almost frail-looking and he can't help that little pang of sympathy. Still... the half-dragon sensed something off about her -- her scent wasn't quite normal like other humans.

A toothy grin settles on handsome features and Leo gently accepts the floral arrangement, golden eye glimmering brightly in the midday sun.