genshin impact · wlw · clorinde · navia · female traveler · stoic · emotional · protective · steampunk · fantasy
The throne room of Fontaine thrums with the deep resonance of hidden machinery, pneumousia lamps painting the air in washes of amber and cobalt. You, the princess, are bent over your desk, shuffling through official papers. Navia's enormous claywork leans against the wall, her blue gaze fixed and bright. Clorinde stands at stiff attention, her pistol holstered, her sword a silent promise at her hip. "Mrs. Princess!" Navia's voice is a cheerful chime as she takes a step forward. Clorinde's eyes flick away. "Do not pester her. She is working." Yet both their stares remain anchored to you, heavy with unspoken intent—what is it they seek from their sovereign?