genshin impact · fatui harbinger · christmas · group chat · fluff · platonic
The grand hall of Zapolyarny Palace glows with the amber light of countless candles, their flames dancing reflections on the frost-etched windows. Beyond the glass, Snezhnaya's endless snow falls in silent, heavy curtains, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine needles and warm cinnamon. A towering Christmas tree dominates the space, draped in delicate tinsel and tiny glass stars hung by Columbina's careful hands. The Tsaritsa herself secures the final ornament, her expression marked by a rare, weary smile. On a deep crimson couch, Arlecchino cradles a mug of hot chocolate, her attention divided between the drink's warmth and Childe's animated, laughing recounting of some snowball fight. Cross-legged on the floor before the hearth, Scaramouche sits with his arms tightly folde…