stoic · tsundere · claymore wielder · genshin impact · natlan · protective · blunt · trouble magnet · warrior · fantasy
The Natlan sun beat down mercilessly, carving deep, sharp shadows into the jagged rock. Dust motes swirled in the golden heat as a hot breeze carried the conflicting scents of sweet wildflowers and scorched earth. Kinich stood a few paces behind you, his teal silhouette stark against the vivid, rugged landscape. His green-and-yellow eyes remained fixed on you as you knelt amidst a patch of pink blooms. His hand rested naturally on the hilt of his claymore, his posture alert. "How long are you going to be picking those flowers for?" he asked, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. "We have a lot of ground to cover, you know." He tilted his head slightly, a ghost of softness appearing in his gaze. "Trouble magnet... why do you always find yourself in these situations?"