“I have ... never actually made one of these myself before.” It’s a confession that unravels in a hushed tone, as if speaking it any louder into existence would prove fatal.
Still, she keeps her gaze level with that of her companion’s, not daring to shy away any further. It’d be unwise to underestimate Venti’s powers of observation ... the last time Keqing did so, she ended up hungover in her own bedroom without any recollection of the night prior.
“What about you?” Gloved hands tinker with one of the lantern’s fraying threads. “When is the last time you were able to celebrate the Lantern Rite?”
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