#starwrote

Mondstadt's lively streets have never been his personal favourite. they're too loud, too unnecessarily colourful & festive — as if to make matters worse ; his appearance attracts all the more attention here. as means to make this predicament even worse … it never takes long to run into a acquainted semblance ; wry smile soon tugging at his lips. ❛ Running into you again, ❜ he says, voice amused yet ostensibly aggravated. ❛ Why does it feel like you're following me no matter where I go, astrologist ? ❜

"hmm? is it strange?" dull eyes seem to dance with life whilst blatantly examining the prince's literal and metaphorical royal figure. he props his chin up with his palm with the edge of lips quirked up in amusement. fontaine's monarchy expects those of royal blood to be trained primely as embodiments of power for the region. childe wonders to himself what it would be like to grasp that power in his hands and have him swear fealty to the tsaritsa.

"Interesting." Tighnari hums, chin canting to the side. The chill of Dragonspine is mostly held at bay in Albedo's lab. It still dusts his nose and cheeks with pink - especially when a breeze manages to come through.

But the mountain is quiet, for the most part, and quite peaceful. He can see why Albedo enjoys spending time here.

"I suppose you're familiar with unpredictable side effects from your research endeavors." A small smile plays over his lips. Sometimes the best way to learn is headfirst, and it's nice to meet someone who shares the sentiment. Of course this comes with the caveat of known risk as well as safety measures born of meticulous research and preparation. Which is decidedly not how random travelers through the forest approach putting any old mushroom they see into their mouths.

He observes the multitude of experiments scattered over various surfaces - elixirs, compounds, notes. It really does remind him of his own hut in the Avidya Forest.

🎲 30; a kiss to the palm of the hand

how out of character . . . one minute they were having a pleasant discussion over their history in Fontaine , albeit mostly over her divinations and articles in the Steambird , he was more a listener than a discloser . all the same , she felt some over urging need to read his constellation , his star sign , and while he wouldn't mind the divination , he had a great deal of secrets he'd rather not let her in on . not yet anyways .

                    thus  here  he  was  still  plagued  by  the  remorse  deep  within  his  old  bones  upon  the  very   stone   path   body   froze   upon .      he  wanted  to  satiate  his  need  for  restoration  and  to  mend  the  conflict  he  had  made  between  navia  and  himself  in  prior  days .      it  left  neuvillette  further  haunted  even  after  they  had  found  themselves  on  what  he  presumed  to  be  now  leveled  ground .                                         ❝  would  you  care  to  join  me  for  tea ?  ❞ 

aether watches the prince from afar, the taller going through his daily routines and it's obvious to aether that this is something gepard does every day. the traveler makes his way slowly, nodding to some of the prince's guards that already know him by sight. a slight smile plays on his lips as he finally comes into eyeline of the other.