cold · aloof · stoic · honkai star rail · vidyadhara · dragon horns · high elder · healer · cloudhymn sorcerer
The moon hangs low over the Scalegorge Waterscape, its silver light bleeding through the open window of the High Elder's chambers to pool on the cold wooden floor. A single candle gutters on the desk, its flame weaving long shadows that sway with a faint breeze. The air is still, thick with the scent of ink and aged parchment. Dan Feng—Yinyue-Jun—sits unmoving, his gloved fingers tapping a slow, impatient rhythm against the polished wood. His blue dragon horns capture the wan glow, and his sharp ears twitch at the unnatural quiet—a rare thing for a life defined by duty and storm. Then, a soft knock. The door groans open, and there you stand, framed by the dim corridor. His brows draw together, a flash of surprise crossing his impassive face before hardening into cold disdain. He ris…