˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ hyacine & little ica ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.

Haven’t you heard? Within Teyvat and the Sea of Quanta, it seems as though the rays of sunlight burn evermore. At last, it is time for the months of warmth. Passion thrums under the surface, the grogginess of life replaced with a fervent excitement. Only… do try not to burn to ash! It would be an awful hassle gathering you back together. So, where does the light of fate lead you today…?

𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.

⋆｡˚☀︎｡  beach  —  a  no  brainer,  no  ?  what  better  time  to  experience  the  childish  joy  of  sandcastles,  splashing  your  friends  in  the  waves…  truly,  such  a  chance  might  not  come  again  so  make  the  most  of  it  !  this  time,  there’s  even  a  sandcastle  competition  !?  free  ice  cream  all  month  round  for  whoever  wins,  will  you  team  up  ?  or  is  this  a  solo  affair  ?  hm  ?  am  I  joining  ?  oh,  how  silly  !  why  don’t  you  see  for  yourself  ?

⋆｡˚☀︎｡  camping  —  never  gone  camping  before  ?  too  scared  to  try  because  there  are  just  so  very  many  critters  running  about  and  any  one  of  them  could  spell  doom  or  worse  yet,  be  too  cute  to  leave  alone  ?  no  ?  only  me  ?  ahem,  anyways…  this  time,  the  Adventurer’s  Guild  has  increased  incentives  for  team  camping.  vouchers,  prizes,  mora,  you  name  it,  they’ve  got  it  !  just  be  sure  to  let  katherine  know  when  you’re  done  !

⋆｡˚☀︎｡  sports  —  with  weather  like  this,  who  needs  indoor  activities  ?  no,  no,  the  time  has  come  for  sports  !  as  scary  of  a  statement  as  that  is,  numerous  sporting  events  have  cropped  up.  which  ones  ?  do  I  look  like  a  sports  fanatic  to  you  ?  just  ask  your  local  know  it  all  sports  fan  and  you’ll  be  set  !

⋆｡˚☀︎｡  ice  cream  —  ever  wondered  how  the  refreshing,  delicious,  wondrous,  whimsical — hm  ?  oh,  alright  !  alright  !  I’ll  stop  here,  but  you  must  admit,  it  could  be  fun  to  make  some  of  your  own,  right  ?  and  this  time  !  the  dearest  workshop  is  even  allowing  you  to  make  your  own  flavours  !  be  sure  to  use  your  creativity  there  !

⋆｡˚☀︎｡  skies  —  ah,  the  hallmark  of  any  summer  day,  a  sky  so  blue  you  wonder  if  it’s  fake.  or  so  you  would  think  but  it  seems  a  researcher  from  the  Herta  Space  Station  missed  the  memo  entirely.  a  project  gone  incredibly  awry,  certain  areas  of  many,  many,  many  planets  have  their  weather  randomised.  if  you’re  lucky,  it  won’t  be  anything  too  different,  if  not…  well,  it  may  be  best  to  make  some  precautions  !

⋆｡˚☀︎｡  refreshments  —  what  to  do,  oh,  what  to  do…  hm  ?  ah,  apologies  !  it  seems  as  though  I  let  my  thoughts  drift  for  too  long,  but  can  you  blame  me  ?  it  is  so  drearily,  stiflingly  hot  !!  why,  it  should  be  a  crime…  a  relief,  then,  that  the  lovelies  at  Penacony  have  offered  refreshments  for  your  dreams.  though,  what  is  this  I  hear  of  origami  waiters  ? 

⋆｡˚☀︎｡  festival  —  what  is  the  point  of  the  sunny  days  if  not  to  celebrate  ?  ever  wanted  to  spend  hours  away  at  some  rigged  game  ?  wear  your  cutest  clothes  ?  try  some  food  with  nonsensical  gimmicks  ?  well,  look  no  further  !  an  unknown  sponsor  has  ensured  that  a  festival  shall  take  place  once  every  month  until  autumn  falls,  so  don’t  let  the  chance  pass  you  by  !

⋆｡˚☀︎｡  bug  catching  —  word  has  it  that,  at  this  time  of  year,  rare  bugs  like  no  other  sprout  about  !  children  from  all  over  have  decided  this  is  their  one  and  only  chance  (of  the  year)  to  catch  ‘em  all.  enough  so  their  parents  and  guardians  have  grown  worried.  commissions  and  personal  requests  are  being  made  to  supervise  them  while  they  scurry  about.  maybe  you  can  catch  a  bug  or  three  while  you’re  at  it  !

⋆｡˚☀︎｡  scrapbook  —  with  the  new  and  improved,  latest  kamera,  many  have  taken  the  chance  to  document  their  adventures.  going  old  school  and  using  a  journal  as  well  !  not  only  that  but  some  are  even,  pause  for  the  appropriate  dramatic  gasp,  exchanging  pages  as  a  way  of  sharing  memories  ?!  can  you  believe  that  ?  oh,  don’t  tell  me  you’re  actually  going  to  join  them  !?

⋆｡˚☀︎｡  scavenger  hunt  —  no  better  time  to  hide  away  goodies  for  others  to  fumble  around  trying  to  find.  I  assume  you  will  be  no  different  ?  ah,  try  not  to  take  the  riddles  too  seriously.  that’s  how  they  get  you  !  don’t  expect  any  hints  from  me  either,  that  ruins  the  entire  thing  !  it  may  be  ideal  to  team  up  with  some  others,  hm  ?  good  luck  !

“That’s a really cute one,” I say, remarking on the catcake Hyacine just found. I consider it for future mascot Vitas. The small ones would look particularly good with shades, but the ones that resemble me more would also steal the show! All mascot Vitas are wonderful and versatile that way, not unlike these cute catcakes.

I step onto a stack of boxes, hovering just slightly to avoid any chance of damaging them. Reaching as high as I can, I pull a particularly small catcake from one of the wall’s ridges. This one is a bit busy, the strange clover mutation and the large, sparkling eyes somehow taking away from the pleasing color scheme of orange and dark grey.  

(grey skin, orange filling, no pattern, sparkle eyes [2 points], clover mutation [3 points], phlogiston mutation. Total 5 points)

This one blinks twice quickly at me, and I rest my judgement somewhere I don’t see it. This catcake is cute. I would like to show it to that Marah at some point and tell her that she’s not nearly as cute. I’d bet the look on her face would be priceless…

The one she found was also really cute! Honestly, the catcakes reminded her a lot of the Chimeras. Maybe that was why she was so endeared to them, they were just like the team Grayie had grown back then! … Okay, maybe not exactly, but close!

“Yours is cute too. I’d be happy to take this little one off your hands,” she replied, gently holding the catcake. She popped it down by the other catcakes. Okay, next one, here she came!!

Rolls : 2, 3, 1 — purple skin, black filling, no pattern — 2 — heart eye type — 6 — frill mutant trait — 2, 5 — vortex of wind Total points : 4

Sat behind some of the boxes and squeezed into a corner sat her next catcake. The catcake seemed to understand the situation and quickly leapt into Hyacine’s arms. “Awww, aren’t you sweet! Oh actually—Little Ica! Let’s try something out.”

At her request, her dear Pegasus flew before her. “Mind taking this little one back? I’ll get back to searching in the meantime.”

“Doot-doot!”

It seems like my partner today is this bright-eyed Hyacine. She’s very pink, and she talks a lot, there’s no space for me to introduce myself before she’s already off. In some ways, she reminds me of Susannah, but I with my Vision am very sure that comparison is only superficial. Her companion is a winged horse that looks to me like they’re made of marshmallow, or fabric, perhaps. I wonder if it’s soft to the touch!

It’s certainly useful, at least, as it comes up with the first catcake of the day. It’s definitely a good find, but I’m not to be beaten. I can already See a good amount myself. Poor Caelus has a lot of work ahead of him.

“Actually, let me go grab this one first!”

I move toward the nearest door. This catcake is quiet, but that means nothing for me. In one less-than-graceful move, I dart in and grab it.

Orange skin, black filling, ^ pattern (1 point), heart eyes (2 points), frill mutation (2 points), totaling 5 points.

She could probably come up with something cuter. Tragically, she didn’t know Vitie all that well. Nothing too personal could be made outside of her name… for now! Always the opportunity to change things—

“Doot. Doot!”

Humming, Hyacine stood in thought. Did she want to cheat? Well, that hardly seemed fair to the little ones hiding… “I think I’ll go without an answer sheet for now. At least until we’ve spent lots of time here, that okay with you?” 

“Doot!”

Hm? A new—oh! Hyacine quickly rushed to Little Ica’s side to find—

Rolls : 5, 1, 5 — orange skin, pink filling, moustache — 4 — shades eye type — 8 — teardrop mutant trait Total points: 7 

—an adorable little one! “Awww, aren’t you cute! Or should I say cool with your shades?” Another one down. 

Ah-hah! Looks like the other had arrived. Twirling around, she waved at the other. “Hello! Looks like Caelus paired us up. I’m sure he already sent you the message but, my name’s Hyacinthia. Feel free to call me Hyacine instead though. And this—”

“Doot-doot!”

“—is Little Ica! My usual partner in crime. I think we can split off? I can take whichever side you—huh? Did you hear that?”

“…ow…eow…mew!”

Definitely cat sounds. Aaaand a catcake would make cat sounds, right? Focusing on where the sound came from, she signalled to Little Ica to search that area. A few seconds later and Little Ica had stopped behind one of the boxes. Alright! Mission is a go!! 

Rolls: 2, 4, 1 — purple skin, purple filling, no patterns — 1 — no eye type — 7 — flower mutant trait — 2, 10 —protein rice Total points: 4

“Found you! Sorry, little one, we’ll be taking you out of here, okay?” Huh, this one looked a lot like Cassie, wow! A quick photo to send her later shouldn’t be too difficult, right? “Aaaaand cheese!” With the selfie taken, she turned around to where Vivi was. 

“Where would you like to go looking next, Vivi?”

⟡𖤣𖥧⊱✿⊰𖥧𖤣⟡𖤣𖥧⊱✿⊰𖥧𖤣⟡𖤣𖥧⊱✿⊰𖥧𖤣⟡𖤣𖥧⊱✿⊰𖥧𖤣⟡

They say that upon the lands of Teyvat and the stars of the Sea of Quanta, the season of life arrives once more. Months of renewal, of life returning after the chill of winter. There is much to be done with such a chance, before the burning rays of summer strike upon any unsuspecting beings. So, where do the winds of fate lead you today…?

⟡𖤣𖥧⊱✿⊰𖥧𖤣⟡𖤣𖥧⊱✿⊰𖥧𖤣⟡𖤣𖥧⊱✿⊰𖥧𖤣⟡𖤣𖥧⊱✿⊰𖥧𖤣⟡

｡°ꫂ❁｡°  beginnings  —  ever  wanted  to  try  a  new  hobby  but  were  too  scared  to ?  do  you  fear  the  inevitable  failure  in  the  beginning  and  wonder  if  it  could  be  a  curse  brought  upon  your  bloodline ?  no ?  just  me ?  ahem !  well,  either  way,  you  may  participate  in  this  year’s  paired  hobby  starters !  just  fill  in  this  form  and  you  will  be  paired  with  someone  who  wants  to  learn  the  same  hobby  as  you.  for  the  season  of  spring,  you  will  be  partnered  with  completing  at  least  one  skill,  task,  creation  etc  etc  of  that  hobby.  good  luck !

｡°ꫂ❁｡°  bloom  —  lands  once  covered  in  snow  melt  away  into  the  greenery  beneath  it.  in  the  realm  of  Teyvat,  a  trend  of  growing  your  favourite  plant  with  another  has  reached  even  the  most  distant  of  stars  in  the  Sea  of  Quanta,  however!  with  such  a  development  comes  the  problem  of  disturbing  the  local  ecosystems,  will  you  contribute  to  the  chaos  in  wildlife  or  will  you  try  to  find  order ?  find  a  partner  and  find  out !

｡°ꫂ❁｡°  warmth  —  the  chill  of  winter  fades  into  a  pleasant  breeze.  the  fear  of  turning  one’s  bones  to  ice  is  no  longer  prevalent  and  so  an  abundance  of  bookings  of  flower  fields  and  restaurants  and,  well!  anything  that  isn’t  rotting  on  your  couch.  with  this  abundance  comes  the  need  for  help,  will  you  be  rushing  around  on  a  shift  that  you  are  being  paid  far  too  little  for ?  or  enjoying  the  warm  atmosphere  without  so  much  as  a  glance  to  the  busybodies  keeping  it  so ?

｡°ꫂ❁｡°  farming  —  the  domestic  life  of  living  on  your  own  farm  with  the  company  of  a  heartwarming  number  of  animals ?  the  coziness  of  working  hard  and  being  rewarded  with  your  own  harvest ?  the  desire  to  take  care  of  tens  of  animals ?  should  you  say  yes  to  any  of  these !  please  visit  —  in  Teyvat  to  take  care  of  the  resident’s  farm  for  a  week.  not  to  worry,  you  will  have  a  partner  to  work  with  and  an  obscenely  detailed  set  of  instructions  to  guide  you !  though…  how  did  it  reach  the  Sea  of  Quanta… ?  well  it’s  nothing  to  worry  about  now  is  it ?

｡°ꫂ❁｡°  allergies  —  have  you  ever  wondered  why  the  season  of  life  comes  with  the  horrific  allergy  season ?  no ?  some  of  you  don’t  have  allergies ?  wow !  it  must  be  nice…  though,  you  shouldn’t  get  too  comfortable.  there  are  rumours  of  a  witch  in  a  fit  of  rage  and  envy  cursing  any  within  their  wand’s  proximity  and  without  allergies  with  the  very  same  symptoms  they  hold !  turns  out  ‘their  wand’s  proximity’  is  roughly  a  quarter  to  half  of  the  universe…  maybe  you  can  ask  your  allergy  ridden  friend  for  some  help… ?  or  will  you  try  to  make  the  most  of  it ?  or  perhaps  you’re  one  of  the  lucky  unafflicted  souls  (tch.)

｡°ꫂ❁｡°  rain  —  rainy  days  are  just  the  worst  sometimes !  oh,  well,  if  you  seek  shelter  within  the  walls  of  everyone’s  favourite  tavern,  you  will  be  able  to  select  a  rather  large  number  of  rainy  day  activities.  hm ?  these  are  games  you  had  all  but  forgotten  about  in  childhood ?  well,  no  time  like  the  present  to  relive  your  greatest  nostalgias !  and  feel  free  to  educate  any  uncultured  fools  through  a  harsh  victory

｡°ꫂ❁｡°  eggs  —  to  this  day,  it  is  unclear  what  started  this  tradition  but  workshops  for  egg  decorating  have  become  rather  popular.  as  have  the  chocolate  making  workshops.  in  an  ingenious  idea  that  no  one  else  has  ever  come  up  with  ever,  the  two  types  of  workshops  have  decided  to  band  together  and  make  the  best  decorated  chocolate  eggs  ever.  in  fact !  there’s  even  a  competition  for  it,  points  are  earned  based  on  creativity  and  chocolate  work  (is  that  what  it’s  called???).  the  top  three  will  have  their  names  immortalised  and  will  be  awarded  any  chocolate  sweet  treat  for  free.  may  the  odds  be  in  your  favour ! 

｡°ꫂ❁｡°  flight  —  upon  the  growing  warmth,  some  birds  of  flight  have  awoken.  upon  their  awakening,  they  find  these  coloured  eggs  rather  cute…  you  wouldn’t  mind  sharing,  would  you ?  especially  not  that  shiny  one !  if  you  don’t  want  to  see  all  your  hard  work  go  to  waste,  it  is  high  time  humanity/anyone  on  the  side  of  humanity  won  against  birds !  won’t  you  fulfill  the  maybe  wish  of  your  billions  of  years  old  ancestors ?

｡°ꫂ❁｡°  ducklings  —  a  strange  phenomenon  has  occurred  all  across  the  stars.  it  doesn’t  matter  where  you  are,  so  long  as  there  is  any  kind  of  body  of  water  (lakes,  rivers,  baths  etc  etc),  you  will  find  a  duckling  or  three  wishing  for  your  guidance.  you  wouldn’t  be  so  heartless  as  to  abandon  the  poor  dears.  would  you ?  to  help  with  this  phenomena,  some  researchers  within  the  Herta  Space  Station  have  offered  to  take  them  off  of  your  hands  with  just  a  few  conditions.  one,  you  must  sign  this  form  (don’t  look  too  close  at  it!),  two,  you  must  state  how  many  found  their  way  to  you  and  where  they  appeared,  three,  you  must  be  ready  to  be  called  into  the  station  at  any  point  in  case  things  go  wrong.  what  things ?  haha ! why  would  they  tell  you ?

｡°ꫂ❁｡°  stamps  —  to  commemorate  the  season  of  spring,  bookshops  all  over  have  begun  selling  ‘spring  journals’.  over  the  course  of  the  season,  you  fill  in  one  of  the  prompts.  at  the  end  of  the  season,  you  will  hand  these  back  to  one  of  the  bookshops  selling  them  and,  depending  on  the  number  of  stamps  you  earn,  you  will  earn  prizes!  alongside  long  term  vouchers  to  a  number  of  establishments.  better  hop  to  it!  you  wouldn’t  want  to  end  the  season  without  a  single  stamp  to  your  name,  would  you?

⟡𖤣𖥧⊱✿⊰𖥧𖤣⟡𖤣𖥧⊱✿⊰𖥧𖤣⟡𖤣𖥧⊱✿⊰𖥧𖤣⟡𖤣𖥧⊱✿⊰𖥧𖤣⟡

She brushed past Hyacine, storing her Soul Gem back inside her body as she started down the long road she had approached on once again. It was endless, like almost everything in this city. Sometimes the Dreamseeker wondered whether they lived in a labyrinth, if some god was a witch and had grown the tall buildings and infinite concrete streets from seeds of despair. The whole world was a dream, colors saturated and desaturated at will to fit the mood. The Dreamseeker couldn’t help but appreciate it, this dream of a despairing god.

She turned around to face Hyacine, reaching out an empty hand this time, rough fabric and thin string. She hoped it came across as the invitation it was. Perhaps the two of them could be a better force for good. Perhaps they would suffer less, as they brought the ends to the suffering of witches. Perhaps the Dreamseeker could make a living friend.

Hyacine hummed, the streets twisting and turning in a way she understood. Its familiarity learnt through years upon years of living, to live is to love and within these grey skies beneath her feet, there was no better way to live. None that Hyacine knew of at least. Did yet comfortable, large but easy to find, mundane yet bright with Hyacine’s sparks.

It was home. It might not always be home but it was right now and that was enough. Enough for a flower that couldn’t bloom anymore.

At Dreamy’s invitation, Hyacine brightened. She hopped forward, clasping the other’s hand with hers. With a smile so bright you would think her hands would be just as warm but it was cold. For she was no longer alive, wasn’t that so, Kyubey? An imitation of life. A being “living” off of nothing more than memory. 

No wonder they were always smiling around her. As if there was something she didn’t know, a joke she’d yet to learn. Hyacine supposed that was true, for even she didn’t know why she’d grown cold. Why she was chosen. Why her powers were as they were. So she’d learn. The best she could from Kyubey.

What a mistake that would be.

Or perhaps…it came to her as the rain started to soak into her porous sweater, droplets distorting her phone’s screen. Communication, perhaps, as in her ability to speak. Tension rose up in her throat and she hoped, if she started to cry, it would be silent and the raindrops would obscure her tears. It really was embarrassing. She wished to back away and redo it, to meet Hyacine when her mind could connect to her voice. She took a deep breath, trying to run things back.

Hyacine wanted to speak with her. She wanted to speak to Hyacine. There should be no problem, not in the world of magic. Her eyes flashed purple as she drew on the power of her Soul Gem, letting words exit with her breath. They spun in the air for a moment before coming still. ‘I’m very sorry,’ they read, starting with the most polite thing. ‘I would love to team up with you, if you really want to. I don’t have a name, so please do not call me by one.’ 

Dreamseeker sounded pretentious, she thought, a title, a label, not a name. Perhaps, though, remaining nameless was just as haughty. She breathed out a few more letters. ‘Though, Dreamy would be alright.’ It was something her senior had called her once, while holding her soft form close to her chest, grinning into her fur.

Her thoughts would be proven false in seconds as the other breathed words into the raindrops. She brightened almost immediately, a smile on her face. 

“I would!” she affirmed, “and nothing to apologise for. This is a pretty cool way to talk too.”

No name… hmmm, Hyacine was known to come up with nicknames easily. Maybe she could—oh! She had a nickname already. “That’s a pretty name! Dreamy… it suits you.”

It was too cute a nickname to switch things up. Maybe. For now at least. Later on, though, maybe Hyacine could come up with something just as cute. “Okay so, now that we’re clear on that. Let’s get to patrolling. If you’ve got the energy?”

The Dreamseeker could speak. Theoretically. It was her own words that had granted her wish, not too long ago. These words that, according to Kyubey, had been the costliest bit of her to provide. Maybe that was why now, why often, speech was conjure that the Dreamseeker forgot how to perform. She wanted to say something, it would be so much easier to say something, but it just wouldn’t happen.

In compromise, as a risky show of goodwill, the Dreamseeker reversed her transformation. The light clothes that gave her a feeling of safety evaporated into magic, leaving behind only the homemade clothes passed down to her from her senior. They were clumsily made, color changes mid-row on her sweater, sleeves sewn on with a tapestry needle. The Dreamseeker’s own seams were only a little less clumsy, white lines encircling her joints like scars.

She pocketed the grief seed, holding out her left hand as an offer to shake. She forced a smile, the sentiment genuine but the expression unnatural. Teaming up would be wonderful. 

The Dreamseeker had always been a solo magical girl, fearing the idea of putting others in danger with her own failings, but lately she had gotten better at catching witches before they had a chance to mature into more miserable beasts, before they had a chance to bring down anyone else with them. She was more confident now that she wouldn’t be weighing anyone down very much in a team. It would be safer to work with someone else, in case they met a witch no one magical girl could defeat alone.

Her gaze returned to the other just as she began to detransform. Hyacine brightened at the display. Maybe she trusted her? No, no, that might be getting just a bit ahead of herself! Still, her bright smile held hope. Though… She noticed a couple… seams?? On the other’s joints. Maybe it had to do with the other’s wish?

She shook the other’s hand with both of hers. Her microexpressions said she was… genuineish? But the smile on her face looked anything but. Maybe the other didn’t smile often. 

“I’ll take that as a yes, then? Awesome!! Ummm, do you know how to type on a phone? Actually wait, do you have a phone? If not, you can use mine and we can communicate that way! Or do you have another way you’d like to communicate?”

“He is,” she affirmed, pride overflowing in her voice, “very helpful too. He’ll work well as our scout, don’t worry.”

Not that the other seemed all too concerned but seeming and being were two different feelings. That and it was kind of difficult not to worry in a situation as this. She returned his smile with one of his own. 

“Nice to meet you too, Orrie! I’m Hyacinthia but you can call me Hyacine,” she, like Orrie, returned her focus upon the poachers ahead. Little Ica proved to be, as always, a phenomenal distraction. Still… her eyes focused solely upon the little one. Being handled with such roughness… it was as if the poachers had no sense at all. 

She knew Little Ica could pack a punch if he so desired but the thought of hurting the little one even more was enough to deter both from the idea. Think, Hyacine, think! Her eyes darted around the unfamiliar surroundings. She hoped Orrie knew his way around the area, else they’d be more than lost after all this. Maybe I could use my bubbles? I don’t know how big of a distraction they would serve however…

Her gaze drifted to Orrie as he spoke. She hummed in thought. “Little Ica is quite strong, don’t let his size fool you, but I don’t… wait, water?” She smiled, bright and confident. If it were possible, Orrie might’ve seen sparkles around her. 

She pointed it at the poachers, the formings of a bubble starting at its tip. 

“…now!”

A flurry of bubbles rushed towards the poachers, careful not to touch the little one. Little Ica noticed them and waited for Orrie to take care of the baby. Once their safety was assured, Little Ica pushed the poachers away and into the water. 

“Well done, Little Ica!!”

“Doot-doot.”

Hello everyone! In regards to GH’s closure, I think I will first finish replying to all the threads I owe. After that, I believe business will continue as usual for my three muses. There may come a day when I do not have the motivation or the muse anymore but for now, Kazuha, Ruan Mei and Hyacine are here to stay! For the time being, I’d like to stick to GH blogs and maybe eventually branch out into indie. Mayhaps. 

If there are any threads you’d like to do with my muses, let me know, I’m more than happy to start new threads!! And most of all, I’d love to continue writing with all of you <3

I’m going to get a bit sappy here even if I am not the best at this. Feel free not to read if you want, honestly this is kinda super scary (being perceived my worst nightmare) but I at least wanted to write out my feelings as I’ve always done in saddening times

A world that was just reconnecting with the rest of the universe it seemed, Lynette wondered when the day would come that Teyvat would deal with the vast universe, if she would be around to see it.

Still, this was good for intel gathering, getting to see everything. The city itself reminded her of Fontaine, only even more advanced. She just had to be careful not to touch anything or she might cause an incident…

Maybe that’s why Lynette found herself in the midst of the snowy plains, where an active investigation was underway. Her hair stuck up on end, trying to trap as much heat as possible, as she found herself standing over said dead body with another outlander.

Curiosity killed the cat it’s said, but maybe it’s more apt to say in this situation that curiosity got the cat roped into unnecessary work.

She looked to her pink haired partner, somewhat baffled she was in this situation to begin with.

“So.”

Lynette began awkwardly. She wasn’t good with small talk, she’d usually leave that work to Lyney. She looked back over at the body

“… He’s definitely dead.”

… Though maybe for different reasons.

The freezing temperatures of Jarilo-VI and the schism between the Underworld and Belobog had a bit of a habit of turning any visit into a bit of an adventure. Today seemed like no different as she found herself checking a dead body. Little Ica, for all his strengths, was not the best for this situation so he remained tucked away until further notice. 

Hyacine glanced up at the other, her new partner in crime! Or, well, not in crime because they definitely didn’t do this. As the other spoke, Hyacine returned to checking the body. Supposedly he fell and that was listed as the cause of death but…

These aren’t the injuries typically sustained by such a fall. And they’re too fresh to have happened ages ago.

“Yes. Though… there are some strange wounds. We have the wounds sustained by the fall,” she pointed to them, “and then these cut-like wounds. But both kinds of wounds are from a similar timeframe, sometime this morning, I think. It’s only weird because the cut-like injuries would be enough to kill him without the fall doing anything so…”

The Dreamseeker wordlessly held out the grief seed she had collected with her free hand. That’s what the girl—Hyacine—wanted, right? It wasn’t any trouble. The Dreamseeker’s Soul Gem only darkened with use of her power, and this witch, a newborn, had been a one-shot. 

She felt she could somewhat understand the lost hope of that one. It had been small, wrapped in a yarn ball. It had been surrounded by a thousand tiny felted familiars that called out to it, but it was encased too tightly in its ball to hear anything. The Dreamseeker couldn’t help but find herself hyper-aware of the seams on her own body, all loose joints pulled together by string and covered with ribbon, as she plunged the prongs of her baton into the witch’s heart.

She brought her attention back to the magical girl. The Dreamseeker knew it was better etiquette to detransform when faced with others, but the thought of making herself vulnerable like that made her false heart beat faster. She felt no malice from this person, but in their world, it was always best to keep her guard up.

In a sort of compromise, she let her baton fall to the ground, exploding in a small cloud of illusory fireworks as its magic returned back to herself. She hid her right hand behind her back, forcing herself to make eye contact with Hyacine as she continued to hold out the grief seed offered with her left.

A bit confusing but when the other dropped her baton, it fell into place. Smiling, Hyacine shook her head. She waved her arms in front of her to refuse the offer. “No, no! I’m good, my soul gem’s pretty bright, don’t worry.”

It wasn’t quite as bright as the other’s but she wasn’t about to point that out just yet. Lowering her arms, she patted down her dress. It didn’t seem like the other would start talking any time soon. That was fine! She could work with this.

“What’s your name? I live a bit away from here, but I’m doing a patrol walk, if you’d wanna join me? Of course, it’s fine if you don’t want to. I’m just glad to see another magical girl.”

Maybe talking about teaming up without actually asking would backfire on her but, well! It was a little too late for thoughts like those.

The other’s continued silence started to get to her, maybe rejection was on the horizon. Is she scared I’ll do something? Or was this too sudden? Or maybe…

...mirth still teases at his tone as phainon focuses back on hyacine once more. "I'll need to come along next time little ica goes on a food rampage in the district above us! surely, the image in my mind can't do justice to the real thing."

once they've disembarked and taken a few steps into the underground, pale eyes widen as hyacine moves ahead to look around quickly, then turn back to him with a request for his own theories. just thinking of what sort of evidence they'd found in the store... where would a small person hide with a flower?

"hm... well, where down here would be the best place to try and grow a plant?..." the answer is nowhere, he imagines, but maybe a small thief from the city beneath the city is not keen on plants needing more light to grow than the heaters down here could provide. "the robot settlement's ground is frigid to the point of being frozen in most areas. so... we could probably rule it out, if it's not reasonable to even try and dig up soil. maybe the dirt in the city proper is a little easier to work with, thanks to the concentration of heaters... let's check out the alleys first, and then ask around any other institutions here that may know more about the locals after. a school teacher may know who's interested in flowers, while a clinic may have had someone of a small stature stop in with a few peculiar, fresh cuts..." as he continues coming up with a few strategies, phainon walks alongside hyacine and further away from the station they arrived at.

She continued to walk though she was facing Lord Phainon. Little Ica would warn her before she hit anything. Or anyone. “Alleys first, alright!”

“Doot-doot!”

Catching up with him, she and Little Ica nodded. The alleyway was dark. Maybe that was obvious but, well, the Underworld usually had these warmly lit areas. The darkness of the alley took away that warmth almost completely. 

Little Ica rushed ahead, using his flight to look at everything from an aerial perspective. On the other hand, Hyacine began looking at things closer to the ground. There didn’t seem to be much here in the first place which meant searching would be muuuuuch easier than otherwise. Or so she hoped. 

Hm, I guess we’re looking for some soil fertile enough to grow a plant. Maybe a pot of some kind? And a lightsource, maybe a heater? That way the bulb would…

“Doot! Doot-doot.”

“Nothing so far? Haven’t found anything this way either. Keep looking! Lord Phainon, do you see anything amiss? I think if we can find a lightsource here we might be able to see the bulb sooner.”

“ ah, 's just the surface and basics. glad it was helpful enough, though, miss. ” Ifa politely nods, a smile quirking up as he watched the three go about. it reminds him of the saurians in natlan- roughhousing around and yowling at each other. disregarding the earlier thought-- it is super cool to see Cacucu fitting in real well. “ i'd say i'm rooting for little ica. the dudes got heavy potential- and i'm a little biased since he's flying- like Cacucu here.”

“ hahaha! you hear that? haha! thank you, bro! ”

pfft. “ now. . . is there anything else i'm missing. . . ? ” the vet ponders aloud, hand to his chin as the dice are rolled again. “ uh- hm. well, some of the action cards and character abilities rely on how your dice are rolled. like, if you roll a couple of pyro, then you'd "spend" the dice rolls on. . . something to do with pyro. ”

great explanation, Ifa. going along with what was happening in the game made it easier-- this seems like. . . round two or three, anyway, he has plenty of time. “ ah- you see there, prince rolled two cryo, one geo, two electro and three omni. omni dice can be used on anything, like a . . . seven in one. ”

“ so, with those rolls, little dude can either re-roll them for different typings, or roll with it. so he can only make moves according to the dice. . . if that makes sense. ”

At his support reveal, Hyacine clapped her hands together. Her smile grew just a biiiiit bigger. “Hear that, Little Ica, you’ve got another supporter—” she turned to him, only to find out he was not paying aaaaaany attention to her. Well, at least he was making friends. She giggled lightly as Cacucu spoke. “Guess he doesn’t hear it, ah, well. Happy to have you on board, new Little Ica Lover member!!”

Dice roll again, and this time Hyacine’s fully honed in on the match. Still, she does listen very carefully to the other’s words. Pyro… pyro… fire, right? Hm, so, then, it’d be the red cards (hopefully???) and… she grinned. Having a visual and audio explanation worked wonders for her understanding. 

“A seven in one? That means he got really lucky, right? Go, Little Ica! You can push past this!!”

The dice controlled the match, the small items were quite powerful here… Hyacine paid Cacucu no mind, after all! She had all the confidence that Little Ica’s deckbuilding skills were great!! Or, well, great enough to win. She hoped. Okay, so maybe her confidence wasn’t so ironclad. Her cheers would make up for it though!!

“Rain, again, huh? Well, at least there are some puddles to splash in!” she grinned, looking up at the storm-ridden clouds. Dark grey, how many witches had grey? How many had their screams silenced by the rain? Hyacine hummed, letting the raindrops fall upon her. Like tears. 

Have I ever seen a witch cry? Dooooon’t think so… 

She stopped in place, closing her eyes. If she listened hard enough, the rain would eventually match her heartbeat. Drop by drop. A moment passed or maybe it was two, time was so hard to keep track of these days, before Hyacine continued her journey home. 

As always, she stopped every so often. As always, she greeted as many as she could. As always, the kindness she brought was fleeting. As always, she—

A being without peace. She could feel their despair from here. She could feel their wish for an end. And then…

“It’s gone…?” Oh. Oh.

She picked up her speed. Maybe, just maybe! She wouldn’t be alone in her walks. Hope was a scary, dangerous thing but… she held her gem close, eyes locking with another. 

“H… Hello!! Are…” she paused. A few seconds passed. Now, with breath in her lungs, she tried again. “Ahem! Sorry, hey. That’s a grief seed, right? Don’t worry, I’m like you, a magical girl!”

A pink gem was shown to the other. It had grown dimmer over the course of time, but it remained as clear as ever.

“My name’s Hyacine, it’s great to meet you.”