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dailyreset2023-02-05 12:51 am
twinklings) wrote in dailyreset2023-02-05 12:51 am
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burn us to the ground | @delusionalist
[ There's something truly special about Liyue's Lantern Rite. Not only the meaning of it, but the decorations, and the way the people of the city seem to have smiles on their faces no matter where they go, even when they're thinking of their departed loved ones. There's great food and drink, all sorts of games and activities to play, and overall an amazing time to be had. Which is mostly why she's here— inspiration for Inazuma's next festival is always a good thing, and with the Sakoku Decree over and the borders open, she couldn't help but want to see how the Liyue people plan a party.
(Although, in Yoimiya's humble opinion, the fireworks could serve to be a little more spectacular. They're beautiful, of course— fireworks always are— but an event like this deserves more pizzazz.)
Her mind is still full of fireworks when she spies a familiar face a short distance away; recognizing him instantly, the young woman's face breaks into a smile, and she waves, calling his name with no hesitation. Even on the crowded streets, her voice carries, but she stands on tiptoe and waves again for good measure before hurrying over to him, checking his shoulder with a friendly bump of her own. ]
Fancy seeing you here, O Anti-Mujina Specialist.
[ The words are said with a playful lilt in her voice, a broad smile up in his direction, another jostle against his shoulder. It's not that Yoimiya doesn't trust the Traveler when they tell her that Tartaglia is dangerous, that he's done bad things in the past. She knows the Traveler is someone she can trust— they're someone she does trust. It's just that her experience with the Harbinger has been so vastly different to what she's heard. He's friendly, he saved someone he didn't have to save, and he's good with the kids to boot. And the occasional letters they've exchanged since his return to Snezhnaya haven't given her any reason to change her mind on the topic.
So she smiles. ]
If I'd known you were gonna be here too, I would've brought some extra arrows. You still owe me that shoot-off, remember?
(Although, in Yoimiya's humble opinion, the fireworks could serve to be a little more spectacular. They're beautiful, of course— fireworks always are— but an event like this deserves more pizzazz.)
Her mind is still full of fireworks when she spies a familiar face a short distance away; recognizing him instantly, the young woman's face breaks into a smile, and she waves, calling his name with no hesitation. Even on the crowded streets, her voice carries, but she stands on tiptoe and waves again for good measure before hurrying over to him, checking his shoulder with a friendly bump of her own. ]
Fancy seeing you here, O Anti-Mujina Specialist.
[ The words are said with a playful lilt in her voice, a broad smile up in his direction, another jostle against his shoulder. It's not that Yoimiya doesn't trust the Traveler when they tell her that Tartaglia is dangerous, that he's done bad things in the past. She knows the Traveler is someone she can trust— they're someone she does trust. It's just that her experience with the Harbinger has been so vastly different to what she's heard. He's friendly, he saved someone he didn't have to save, and he's good with the kids to boot. And the occasional letters they've exchanged since his return to Snezhnaya haven't given her any reason to change her mind on the topic.
So she smiles. ]
If I'd known you were gonna be here too, I would've brought some extra arrows. You still owe me that shoot-off, remember?