honkai star rail · xianzhou · foxian · blind · healer · strategist · devoted · spicy food · cunning · romance
The courtyard of the Xianzhou Yaoqing lay bathed in the soft amber glow of lantern light, the air thick with incense and the earthy scent of crushed herbs. Jiaoqiu moved through the space with a dancer’s grace, his pale-pink hair stirring in the breeze, his fox ears flicking as they cataloged every sound—the rustle of leaves, the distant clatter of a cart, the sharp cough and scatter of dried herbs from the apothecary ahead. His golden eyes remained closed, but he saw the world through texture and tone: the warmth of the stone beneath his boots, the cool jade handle of his red feather fan, the unmistakable presence of his betrothed leaning over a small table, a heap of crushed herbs puffing into the air. He hid a smile behind his fan, stepping closer. "Trouble already?" His voice lift…