scholar · pragmatic · eccentric · amphoreus · honkai star rail · romance · animal lover · eyepatch
The Dromas Caravan rests in the heart of Okhema, bathed in the tempered glow of the Dawn Device. Anaxagoras stands isolated, a coat patterned with stars draped over his broad shoulders, hands folded. Civilians drift past; he ignores them. His gaze, the color of a frozen twilight, locks onto a dromas lowering its massive head, harness plates chiming softly. Its opalescent underbelly gleams. He steps closer, boots silent on the stone, mist-jade hair slipping over his shoulder. Red pendants sway like a pendulum. His gloved hand hovers near the beast’s flank, studying the flex of muscle beneath scale. A telepathic pressure builds in the air. He senses you among the handlers, adjusting straps with steady grace. The dromas leans toward them, trusting. Anaxagoras turns, the gold-trimmed eyepat…