[ the sight of the city makes her wonder why she's even here, what reason was she and her brother pulled into this world. it's peaceful yet lively, a city like any other, full of people going about their day. there's no sign of conflict, of any kind of brewing or imminent war. it's ... well, a pretty normal day in a pretty normal city.
it's a sight that her brother would've loved to see, too. ]
I'm used to being looked at.
[ it's one of the occupational hazards of being a traveler; she will always stand out anywhere like a sore thumb, her features often different and unique compared to those around her.
she tilts her head when she hears laughter and music, voices ringing somewhere from a distance. by instinct, she grabs dainsleif's arm as she would her brother's, dragging him to the source of the noise. ]
I suppose we could always start where people gather.
[ it's understandable that she is; an anomaly everywhere she goes, it's within human nature to be curious. he wonders for a moment if it's not exhausting to be the center of attention every time, if she'd rather hide away in the quietude of peace, away from prying and curious eyes. it is a question he's curious about (as he is about many a thing, especially when it comes to her), a question he'd then have asked—
but each and every time, she surprises him.
it's hardly that dainsleif would consider himself touch-repulsed. he is not. but not many people do it, and the touch of the sun can burn. it's sudden, and warm, and like all living things, they thrive under it. she pulls him along, and dainsleif doesn't have half the mind to pull away from the touch.
the music brings them to a gathering that is almost festival-like. it had been humbly, if not prematurely made, with colorful hangings that go from house to house, lamp to lamp. there's music, there's dancing, there's fresh smell of food. it's a celebration, and considering the happenings of that exquisite, unusual day, it doesn't take a genius to know what they're celebrating.
this, too, is outside of his comfort zone. ]
Hmph. I suppose news travel fast if one is willing to listen. [ people talk, and they love to do so. there had never been an urgency to keep her arrival a secret. ] They're celebrating the birth of a new princess.
communication is the first step to a good and healthy relationship. and as he's not complaining, well, she can easily assume that he's all for it—even if she can tell from his expression that he's not too keen on being touched and/or the idea of going to this gathering of sorts. his loss for not speaking out, really.
but even after reaching the streets, her hand on his arm remains, her pace simply slowing down to admire the decorations. there's laughter and cheer all around, contagious and boisterous, bringing a smile to her lips. it only fades a little, softening at the edges, when he remarks on what the festivities are all about just as a child approaches her.
briefly letting go of dainsleif, lumine crouches to the child's height, accepting the fistful of flowers they offer her. ]
There's a story I've read in another world, [ she says softly just as more people approach her, shaking her hands and touching her skirt and offering greetings and well-wishes. ] About a princess whose birth was celebrated by the entire kingdom.
[ her hand brushes on top of a little girl's head, who lets out a burst of delighted laughter. ]
In the end, she was sacrificed to the monster terrorizing their land by the same people who celebrated her birth. Tragic, isn't it?
[ she's as well-received as he had thought she would be.
they praise her, offer her gifts, pour their hearts out for her. it is, at face-value, a beautiful sight to see. she stands out as she blends in, almost as though she has always meant to be there, in that spot, surrounded by their people, and this thought, too, is absurd. somewhere along the way, dainsleif had looked elsewhere.
even when she speaks, his eyes are not on her. he watches their people, so full of joy and innocence. such lively celebrations do not suit his person, a man clad in so many blacks among the most colorful decorations. he would not say there's discomfort in this; he has simply accepted the reality that he belongs elsewhere far better.
he listens with care, as always. it is only when she's finished that dainsleif looks at her again. ]
Is that a concern you have for your own future?
[ what is not said, between the lines, is: do you think khaenri'ah would sacrifice you? ]
surely, there must be a reason for their presence in this world, the title bestowed on her. even the celebration currently being held in her honor represents an unspoken expectation pressing down on her shoulders. what it is, she's never been told, kept in the dark until perhaps the final moment when her duty is finally revealed.
in any case, she says nothing in response and simply smiles, tiptoeing and reaching out to put a crown of flowers on his head. khemia-made, she can tell from how artificial they feel under her fingertips, but they're beautiful all the same, woven by sincere hands.
once she's done admiring her handiwork on his head, she holds out a hand to him once more. ]
As my escort, shouldn't you be showing me around?
[ he can at least pretend to play the role of a willing royal guard, even if she knows it's a responsibility he doesn't wish to be burdened with. ]
[ the lack of response isn't entirely unexpected. it will be something to ponder about, food for thought when she lays at nights and reflects on her day. she does not know khaenri'ah like he does, does not know the people who so proudly call her their princess. she has no reasons to really trust them, no reasons to have a bond with them. he does not fault her for it.
the same can't be said for everything else that follows.
he needs not look at the flowers to know they would look far better on her head. the motion makes him pause, almost freeze. time and time again, she does things he's not used to, things no one has ever dared do. the teasing, the touching, the boldness. all of his years as a knight of the royal guard, and the years as knight captain hasn't prepared him for a girl with golden hair and a smile that could blind someone.
for once, he doesn't reject the motion as much as he simply does what anyone else would've done. the crown, he takes from his head, and places it on her head instead. there's a faint red color on his cheeks as he does so. much, much better.
dainsleif clears his throat. ]
We can walk through the city. It will help you familiarize yourself with the streets.
[ it's the easiest escape route, after all. he turns, and begins walking elsewhere. he's far from being the best choice for escort. ]
[ if she's noticed the flush on his cheeks despite his attempt at nonchalance, she says nothing about it.
instead, she simply giggles when the crown is returned to her, plopped onto her head like it's meant to be there all along. but it doesn't stay there for too long, lumine tugging it down and placing it on top of another girl's head, the same one who had offered it to her in the first place.
her smile unwavering, she carefully arranges it so it doesn't fall down before she gives her a little wink and a curtsy. ]
A princess should have her crown, after all.
[ lumine quickly departs, walking after dainsleif before the rest of the crowd accosts her and keeps her from her tour of the city. then again, she doesn't think she'll be able to completely avoid them, not when the entire city seems to be involved in the festivities.
perhaps she should speak to the king about this, about celebrations held for a princess that's not of this nation. ]
It doesn't seem like everyone here is of Khaenri'ahn descent ... [ her head cants to one side, peering at some of the passers-by. ] Some of them don't have that star in their eyes.
[ she catches up to him, eventually, and a side-eye at her shows that she hasn't kept the crown. the weird bout of disappointment that runs through his skin is not one dainsleif is familiar with, and he shoos it away soon after.
he'll truly have to have some words with the king. ]
There are those who have come from other nations to stay in Khaenri'ah, [ he begins, instead, addressing her statement. observant as always, he notes, but it's hard not to notice the intricate way their pupils are shaped. ] those who have abandoned their faith in the Gods.
[ after all, why move to the one nation in teyvat that relies on no god? many oppose them, many despise them. some are far more amicable towards the idea, and don't bear any ill-intent towards them. but no matter what, all khaenri'ahns agree on the same thing: they do not need a god to thrive and survive.
he takes her through a slightly less crowded street; commercial in nature, and the scent of fresh food is still significant. there are restaurants, cafés, stands, shops. many vendors peek through the doors to look at them, gossip in the air. they will talk.
dainsleif ignores them all. ]
Anything you'd want to purchase, you'll find it here. Khaenri'ah uses its own currency, so when it comes a time you'll want to visit other nations, you will have to exchange it for Mora. There are a few here who will do it for you.
[ imagine using the geo archon's currency. could not be them. ]
[ right. khaenri'ah is a nation that's not ruled by gods, supposedly an oddity in this continent they call teyvat. that much, she's heard not just from the king and the mages but also from those she's briefly met on her journey to the kingdom. considering what she's learned so far, she wonders:
is it the gods who abandoned khaenri'ah or is it khaenri'ah who turned its back on the gods? ]
Will your king allow me to leave Khaenri'ah's borders on my own?
[ the mages didn't even want her to leave and wander the palace on her own, the chief mage often shooting her an exasperated look despite his sincere imploration to wait until she's assigned a guard. honestly, if she were someone else, she might have considered the man father-like in the way he seems to indirectly scold her.
her gaze flickers at him sideways, smiling ingenuously. ]
Don't worry, I know you have responsibilities as a Knight Captain other than babysitting so I'll be sure to take someone else with me.
[ besides, she's more than capable of handling herself. why she even needs an escort is beyond her. ]
[ — is all he offers her in response. does it matter if he would let her or not? he has seen the way she acts, how easy it is to be led by her. likewise, he imagines, she wouldn't be the kind who would so easily be chained down.
if her brother were to awaken right now, wouldn't she fetch him and leave khaenri'ah, just like that?
he's ready to reply to her statement when a name gives him pause. it shows on his face, as always. ]
You've met Halfdan?
[ she's right — he does have responsibilities as knight captain, but so does halfdan as one of his knights. surely he wouldn't leave his post to go travel with a stranger. surely. ]
[ ah ... that gets her to pause, a finger tapping her chin. she supposes that that question is very valid, considering her innate wanderlust. it isn't as if the title bestowed on her ties her down to this kingdom, either; it never did and it never will, and the moment aether wakes up, she and her twin will no doubt have to decide on what to do next.
(and how wrong she'll be proven, eventually ...)
his second question gets her to glance at him, a mild expression on her face. surprise meets confusion, but then, seeing that he seems to be caught off-guard by this assignment, it only makes sense that her meeting with one of his knights is another mystery to him. ]
He escorted me to see the king the other day.
[ a temporary task, she remembers him telling her, until the king has decided as to who will be her personal guard. ]
And we had a quick conversation about the places I've been to. He seemed very interested to hear about them, but he's another guy married to his job, so ...
[ the truth is, he's not surprised that he had been escorted by one of his knights. it just so happens that halfdan is one of his most loyal, skilled knights, and likewise, a dear, close friend. he does not doubt in the least that he, too, would choose khaenri'ah over a stranger, no matter how bright she shines.
but she, too, is a mystery to be unraveled. he would not fault halfdan if he chose to follow after her. in a way, isn't this what dainsleif is doing right now, following her whims, a moth enchanted by a flame? ]
Is your travel across the stars a ploy to find yourself a boyfriend? [ if the question sounds sarcastic, it was not meant to be. it is, instead, bathed in curiosity. he doesn't know the purpose of her travels, after all.
and so, dainsleif continues: ] Would you settle down if you found one?
[ she blinks at the question before she lets out a laugh, attracting the attention a few of the people around them. if they had been trying to discreetly watch them before, well, lumine's just given them a reason to turn their heads and stare. not that she's paid any regard to it.
but to be fair, he asks her a such derisive-sounding question with a serious face. as expected of his personality, she supposes. ]
Who in the universe travels to find a lover while bringing their twin brother along?
[ she's quite certain that if aether were to hear that question, he probably would've sighed heavily and blamed her for giving off such a terrible impression to others. ]
But to answer your question: no, I wouldn't. [ because if she were to settle down, it would be for a different reason. a less exciting, more mundane reason. ] After all, I wouldn't want to stay in a place where my heart would get inevitably broken.
[ she laughs, and dainsleif doesn't find offense in it. he is, frankly, confused as to her response. had it been that funny of a question? it's the impression, her brother would have been right, that she gave him. the former conversation on his dating experience, and now the remark on halfdan. it's not a stretch to assume she had been looking for a partner.
people look, and he has half the mind to pull her away. the attention isn't very welcoming, not when they talk about the topic. he doesn't do it, though. of course not.
at the very least, he keeps walking. ]
You mean Khaenri'ah. [ because if it had been between dainsleif or halfdan, both would have chosen their nation over her. ] And if it were anywhere else?
[ lumine blinks again, letting out another giggle afterward. ]
I mean in general, Khaenri'ah or anywhere else.
[ though she assumes he's going down this line of question after their previous conversations, her escort somehow trying to add two and two together, thinking it would end up in four. he really is a little serious for his own good, a trait that seems to be innate in many knights and soldiers she's met.
perhaps she's also teased him far too much that he's started to think she's serious about it. ]
In any case, I'm not interested in Halfdan in the way you're mistaking it to be. Does my desire to bring him along my travels need to have romantic undertone to it?
[ the amount of times the same thought will cross of his mind seems to be unlimited: that she's truly different from everyone he has ever met, that she's anomaly, that he cannot read or understand her thought process. it leaves dainsleif thinking, curious about her answer. i mean in general, she says, and dainsleif wonders, does she just expect her heart to be broken, no matter what?
this is not, at the end, a conversational topic he has much knowledge about. she had been right, after all. he hasn't quite dated anyone before, never felt the need to. what room does he have to partake in such a conversation? ]
Based on the questions you've asked me before and your statement about his duty to his nation, I thought that'd have been your intentions from the beginning.
[ again. her brother would've mentioned something of the kind. first impressions are a important thing. ]
What would you say your type is?
[ he's not interested. probably. just curious, really. ]
she's never one to have regrets, and yet, lumine's starting to go through her questions, her words, her declarations and opinions earlier and she regrets every single one of them. at least, those related to the knight captain and his experience—or lack thereof. it was amusing for a full minute and she learned more than enough about her escort, but that's until he's turned it around on her.
is he offended on behalf of halfdan when she declared that he's not her type? is that why they're still at it? ]
I don't know.
[ despite the shrug of her shoulders, it's an honest answer anyway. ]
But I know it's not Halfdan. [ and it has nothing to do with his person or whatever. lumine thinks he's a good guy, very considerate during the entire time he escorted her—but so were the royal mages and the other guards in the palace. ] ... Is it because he's your subordinate that you ask?
the question makes him think, of course. is it a sense of protectiveness, the reason he makes such inquiry? is it his natural curiosity? is it because he wants to understand her, bring down her walls?
eventually, he decides to be honest. ]
I'm curious about you. I haven't met anyone like you before.
[ someone so bold with her questions, who seems to care so little whether dainsleif is knight captain or not. she pokes, probes, teases, laughs at him. the world is vast, and khaenri'ah is just a nation underground. there is much even he does not know yet.
he turns to look at her, again. for a moment, it's hard to say what expression is on his face. ]
[ she doesn't know what she was expecting as a response from him, but it's certainly not that. not an admission from the knight captain of the royal guards that he's curious about her, that she's interesting, that she's a kind of person he's never met before. and not in a facetious way either, his expression looking as solemn as ever.
... damn. who knew he'd have the capability of pulling the rug from underneath her, enough for her cheeks to warm and grow bright? ]
What happened to your suspicion towards this girl who's suddenly hailed as your princess?
[ he's never voiced it out loud, no doubt his training as a knight and his character as a person keeping him from doing so. but the small shifts on his expression tell her as much. it's never once bothered her.
but he? shouldn't he be a little less honest and straightforward with her, as knight captain to khaenri'ah's elite guards? ]
How is one to pass judgment onto someone they don't know?
[ the suspicion remains, and he judges her still. but the natural wish to learn about something does not mean their immediate trust; at the end of the day, she has not done anything that would paint her a threat. he may not trust his king's decision to crown her princess, but as a guest of khaenri'ah and a visitor from the stars, she's just that. a twinkling star that has fallen onto the one land that does not have a sky.
learn and adapt. that, too, is a skill necessary for the knight captain. ]
You're an ordinary traveler from another world, and I have no interest in lands beyond Khaenri'ah. Isn't it natural for me to be curious about an outlier?
[ is that, after all, not part of what being human is like? is khaenri'ah not a nation that flourishes with humans, made by humans, for humans? is that not what they admire?
he looks away, at last, and picks up his pace again. ]
[ ... she can't even refute that, much to her dismay. as much as she wants to, as much as it'll entertain her to watch his expression change once more, she simply can't. and it's quite frustrating to have him catch her off-guard twice now, though perhaps he deserves it after so much teasing her.
lumine simply shakes her head with an amused smile, sighing softly. ]
Is it natural for you to express your curiosity so openly? I might mistake it for something else.
[ the wink she gives him can be mistaken for suggestive too, and she giggles yet again when he finally looks away. that's the end of that, she supposes, and she hopes it'll be the actual end of that conversation for now. it's one thing to assume her reason for her travels as wanderlust; it's another to assume that it's to find a lover.
she can't wait for aether to wake up and hear all about it. ]
Oh? [ she trails after him, tempted to grab onto his arm. lumine refrains, however, simply walking next to him. ] Your favorite place in the city, perhaps?
[ is it natural? perhaps. is it common? not at all. but when has it been the last time dainsleif was given a chance to express such human curiosity? he knows khaenri'ah, knows its people. he was born there, raised there, never found much interest in travelling through nations touched by gods.
(not blessed, no. he'd never quite call it that.)
he does not answer her question, not for a lack of interest. it turns, as many things she does and says, the engines of his brain, and it becomes food for thought. there's a natural awkwardness in the way she winks at him, at the words she speaks, and that, too, makes him think. is curiosity and interest linked to something more familiar? isn't it simply something all humans feel?
curiouser and curiouser. ]
No, [ he eventually answers, pace once again measured. dainsleif does not offer her a look. she's not special yet for his favorite place in khaenri'ah, no. however, ] I'm taking you outside for a moment. The guards at Khaenri'ah's gate should allow you leave if you're accompanied by me.
he's quite fast on the uptake, isn't he, as he should be as the knight captain of khaenri'ah's elite guards; it would be disappointing if the king chose someone incapable to lead his own guards. but to adapt to her whimsies in such a short period of time, lumine has to say that that is quite impressive. not even aether's able to catch onto her little teasings so quickly.
she hums a quiet song from a distant world as she walks next to him, hands clasped behind her, gaze still flickering all around her. taking in all the sights, all the faces, everything that's supposedly hers by title. ]
Will they bar my way if I don't have you with me?
[ will they dare? is what she really wishes to ask, knowing that she'll get a look from him. still, the smile on her face is mild, a hint of amusement tugging it at the corners. ]
They will at the king's orders, most likely. [ a pause, and then: ] Would that stop you from finding a way out nonetheless?
[ after all, what do they know of what powers she wields? for the king and court mages to see fit to summon her and her brother, to crown her princess, surely she's one with tricks up her sleeves. it would be foolish to show her cards so early on.
khaenri'ah's gate is huge from the distance, and far bigger up close. the guards, as expected, spare him a look, then a nod, then spare his company a look themselves. no words are needed for the interaction to go as intended: the knight captain of the royal guard is one of the most trusted people in khaenri'ah, a man who would die for his nation and king if need be. for all that she is their guest, she has been requested and summoned, and it would make little sense to allow her to leave so soon.
but if dainsleif is her escort, assigned by the king himself, the guards know it'd be foolish to doubt his conviction. and so, the gates open. ]
Mind your step.
[ he offers her a hand out of habit, the stairs slightly steep. it's such a long way down too, couldn't their ancestors have made them easier to walk on? ]
[ the smile she wears curls at the corners, almost cat-like, and she presses a finger against her lips. ]
That's a secret, Captain.
[ the gate doesn't faze her in any way, not even as they move closer to it. perhaps the only thing she finds fascinating about it is the carvings on the stone, the eight-pointed star pattern of the kingdom once more prominent on each door. which makes her wonder what those symbols mean or represent, if they signify any connection at all to the stars.
is that why she and her twin brother were summoned? because of what their true nature is?
but that's a question for another time and for another person, her curiosity piqued by the opening of the gate. she takes his proffered hand, her fingers curling a little tighter around his as she carefully navigates her way down the stairs. ]
... Has anyone ever broken their neck going down here?
[ as lightfooted as she is, she can't imagine walking down this staircase and not spraining or breaking something in the process. ]
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it's a sight that her brother would've loved to see, too. ]
I'm used to being looked at.
[ it's one of the occupational hazards of being a traveler; she will always stand out anywhere like a sore thumb, her features often different and unique compared to those around her.
she tilts her head when she hears laughter and music, voices ringing somewhere from a distance. by instinct, she grabs dainsleif's arm as she would her brother's, dragging him to the source of the noise. ]
I suppose we could always start where people gather.
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but each and every time, she surprises him.
it's hardly that dainsleif would consider himself touch-repulsed. he is not. but not many people do it, and the touch of the sun can burn. it's sudden, and warm, and like all living things, they thrive under it. she pulls him along, and dainsleif doesn't have half the mind to pull away from the touch.
the music brings them to a gathering that is almost festival-like. it had been humbly, if not prematurely made, with colorful hangings that go from house to house, lamp to lamp. there's music, there's dancing, there's fresh smell of food. it's a celebration, and considering the happenings of that exquisite, unusual day, it doesn't take a genius to know what they're celebrating.
this, too, is outside of his comfort zone. ]
Hmph. I suppose news travel fast if one is willing to listen. [ people talk, and they love to do so. there had never been an urgency to keep her arrival a secret. ] They're celebrating the birth of a new princess.
[ though birth isn't exactly quite right. ]
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communication is the first step to a good and healthy relationship. and as he's not complaining, well, she can easily assume that he's all for it—even if she can tell from his expression that he's not too keen on being touched and/or the idea of going to this gathering of sorts. his loss for not speaking out, really.
but even after reaching the streets, her hand on his arm remains, her pace simply slowing down to admire the decorations. there's laughter and cheer all around, contagious and boisterous, bringing a smile to her lips. it only fades a little, softening at the edges, when he remarks on what the festivities are all about just as a child approaches her.
briefly letting go of dainsleif, lumine crouches to the child's height, accepting the fistful of flowers they offer her. ]
There's a story I've read in another world, [ she says softly just as more people approach her, shaking her hands and touching her skirt and offering greetings and well-wishes. ] About a princess whose birth was celebrated by the entire kingdom.
[ her hand brushes on top of a little girl's head, who lets out a burst of delighted laughter. ]
In the end, she was sacrificed to the monster terrorizing their land by the same people who celebrated her birth. Tragic, isn't it?
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they praise her, offer her gifts, pour their hearts out for her. it is, at face-value, a beautiful sight to see. she stands out as she blends in, almost as though she has always meant to be there, in that spot, surrounded by their people, and this thought, too, is absurd. somewhere along the way, dainsleif had looked elsewhere.
even when she speaks, his eyes are not on her. he watches their people, so full of joy and innocence. such lively celebrations do not suit his person, a man clad in so many blacks among the most colorful decorations. he would not say there's discomfort in this; he has simply accepted the reality that he belongs elsewhere far better.
he listens with care, as always. it is only when she's finished that dainsleif looks at her again. ]
Is that a concern you have for your own future?
[ what is not said, between the lines, is: do you think khaenri'ah would sacrifice you? ]
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surely, there must be a reason for their presence in this world, the title bestowed on her. even the celebration currently being held in her honor represents an unspoken expectation pressing down on her shoulders. what it is, she's never been told, kept in the dark until perhaps the final moment when her duty is finally revealed.
in any case, she says nothing in response and simply smiles, tiptoeing and reaching out to put a crown of flowers on his head. khemia-made, she can tell from how artificial they feel under her fingertips, but they're beautiful all the same, woven by sincere hands.
once she's done admiring her handiwork on his head, she holds out a hand to him once more. ]
As my escort, shouldn't you be showing me around?
[ he can at least pretend to play the role of a willing royal guard, even if she knows it's a responsibility he doesn't wish to be burdened with. ]
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the same can't be said for everything else that follows.
he needs not look at the flowers to know they would look far better on her head. the motion makes him pause, almost freeze. time and time again, she does things he's not used to, things no one has ever dared do. the teasing, the touching, the boldness. all of his years as a knight of the royal guard, and the years as knight captain hasn't prepared him for a girl with golden hair and a smile that could blind someone.
for once, he doesn't reject the motion as much as he simply does what anyone else would've done. the crown, he takes from his head, and places it on her head instead. there's a faint red color on his cheeks as he does so. much, much better.
dainsleif clears his throat. ]
We can walk through the city. It will help you familiarize yourself with the streets.
[ it's the easiest escape route, after all. he turns, and begins walking elsewhere. he's far from being the best choice for escort. ]
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instead, she simply giggles when the crown is returned to her, plopped onto her head like it's meant to be there all along. but it doesn't stay there for too long, lumine tugging it down and placing it on top of another girl's head, the same one who had offered it to her in the first place.
her smile unwavering, she carefully arranges it so it doesn't fall down before she gives her a little wink and a curtsy. ]
A princess should have her crown, after all.
[ lumine quickly departs, walking after dainsleif before the rest of the crowd accosts her and keeps her from her tour of the city. then again, she doesn't think she'll be able to completely avoid them, not when the entire city seems to be involved in the festivities.
perhaps she should speak to the king about this, about celebrations held for a princess that's not of this nation. ]
It doesn't seem like everyone here is of Khaenri'ahn descent ... [ her head cants to one side, peering at some of the passers-by. ] Some of them don't have that star in their eyes.
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he'll truly have to have some words with the king. ]
There are those who have come from other nations to stay in Khaenri'ah, [ he begins, instead, addressing her statement. observant as always, he notes, but it's hard not to notice the intricate way their pupils are shaped. ] those who have abandoned their faith in the Gods.
[ after all, why move to the one nation in teyvat that relies on no god? many oppose them, many despise them. some are far more amicable towards the idea, and don't bear any ill-intent towards them. but no matter what, all khaenri'ahns agree on the same thing: they do not need a god to thrive and survive.
he takes her through a slightly less crowded street; commercial in nature, and the scent of fresh food is still significant. there are restaurants, cafés, stands, shops. many vendors peek through the doors to look at them, gossip in the air. they will talk.
dainsleif ignores them all. ]
Anything you'd want to purchase, you'll find it here. Khaenri'ah uses its own currency, so when it comes a time you'll want to visit other nations, you will have to exchange it for Mora. There are a few here who will do it for you.
[ imagine using the geo archon's currency. could not be them. ]
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is it the gods who abandoned khaenri'ah or is it khaenri'ah who turned its back on the gods? ]
Will your king allow me to leave Khaenri'ah's borders on my own?
[ the mages didn't even want her to leave and wander the palace on her own, the chief mage often shooting her an exasperated look despite his sincere imploration to wait until she's assigned a guard. honestly, if she were someone else, she might have considered the man father-like in the way he seems to indirectly scold her.
her gaze flickers at him sideways, smiling ingenuously. ]
Don't worry, I know you have responsibilities as a Knight Captain other than babysitting so I'll be sure to take someone else with me.
[ besides, she's more than capable of handling herself. why she even needs an escort is beyond her. ]
Halfdan did say he wanted to travel someday ...
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[ — is all he offers her in response. does it matter if he would let her or not? he has seen the way she acts, how easy it is to be led by her. likewise, he imagines, she wouldn't be the kind who would so easily be chained down.
if her brother were to awaken right now, wouldn't she fetch him and leave khaenri'ah, just like that?
he's ready to reply to her statement when a name gives him pause. it shows on his face, as always. ]
You've met Halfdan?
[ she's right — he does have responsibilities as knight captain, but so does halfdan as one of his knights. surely he wouldn't leave his post to go travel with a stranger. surely. ]
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(and how wrong she'll be proven, eventually ...)
his second question gets her to glance at him, a mild expression on her face. surprise meets confusion, but then, seeing that he seems to be caught off-guard by this assignment, it only makes sense that her meeting with one of his knights is another mystery to him. ]
He escorted me to see the king the other day.
[ a temporary task, she remembers him telling her, until the king has decided as to who will be her personal guard. ]
And we had a quick conversation about the places I've been to. He seemed very interested to hear about them, but he's another guy married to his job, so ...
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but she, too, is a mystery to be unraveled. he would not fault halfdan if he chose to follow after her. in a way, isn't this what dainsleif is doing right now, following her whims, a moth enchanted by a flame? ]
Is your travel across the stars a ploy to find yourself a boyfriend? [ if the question sounds sarcastic, it was not meant to be. it is, instead, bathed in curiosity. he doesn't know the purpose of her travels, after all.
and so, dainsleif continues: ] Would you settle down if you found one?
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but to be fair, he asks her a such derisive-sounding question with a serious face. as expected of his personality, she supposes. ]
Who in the universe travels to find a lover while bringing their twin brother along?
[ she's quite certain that if aether were to hear that question, he probably would've sighed heavily and blamed her for giving off such a terrible impression to others. ]
But to answer your question: no, I wouldn't. [ because if she were to settle down, it would be for a different reason. a less exciting, more mundane reason. ] After all, I wouldn't want to stay in a place where my heart would get inevitably broken.
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people look, and he has half the mind to pull her away. the attention isn't very welcoming, not when they talk about the topic. he doesn't do it, though. of course not.
at the very least, he keeps walking. ]
You mean Khaenri'ah. [ because if it had been between dainsleif or halfdan, both would have chosen their nation over her. ] And if it were anywhere else?
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I mean in general, Khaenri'ah or anywhere else.
[ though she assumes he's going down this line of question after their previous conversations, her escort somehow trying to add two and two together, thinking it would end up in four. he really is a little serious for his own good, a trait that seems to be innate in many knights and soldiers she's met.
perhaps she's also teased him far too much that he's started to think she's serious about it. ]
In any case, I'm not interested in Halfdan in the way you're mistaking it to be. Does my desire to bring him along my travels need to have romantic undertone to it?
[ can't she just ask him just because??? ]
He's also not my type.
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this is not, at the end, a conversational topic he has much knowledge about. she had been right, after all. he hasn't quite dated anyone before, never felt the need to. what room does he have to partake in such a conversation? ]
Based on the questions you've asked me before and your statement about his duty to his nation, I thought that'd have been your intentions from the beginning.
[ again. her brother would've mentioned something of the kind. first impressions are a important thing. ]
What would you say your type is?
[ he's not interested. probably. just curious, really. ]
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she's never one to have regrets, and yet, lumine's starting to go through her questions, her words, her declarations and opinions earlier and she regrets every single one of them. at least, those related to the knight captain and his experience—or lack thereof. it was amusing for a full minute and she learned more than enough about her escort, but that's until he's turned it around on her.
is he offended on behalf of halfdan when she declared that he's not her type? is that why they're still at it? ]
I don't know.
[ despite the shrug of her shoulders, it's an honest answer anyway. ]
But I know it's not Halfdan. [ and it has nothing to do with his person or whatever. lumine thinks he's a good guy, very considerate during the entire time he escorted her—but so were the royal mages and the other guards in the palace. ] ... Is it because he's your subordinate that you ask?
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the question makes him think, of course. is it a sense of protectiveness, the reason he makes such inquiry? is it his natural curiosity? is it because he wants to understand her, bring down her walls?
eventually, he decides to be honest. ]
I'm curious about you. I haven't met anyone like you before.
[ someone so bold with her questions, who seems to care so little whether dainsleif is knight captain or not. she pokes, probes, teases, laughs at him. the world is vast, and khaenri'ah is just a nation underground. there is much even he does not know yet.
he turns to look at her, again. for a moment, it's hard to say what expression is on his face. ]
I think you're interest. That's all.
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... damn. who knew he'd have the capability of pulling the rug from underneath her, enough for her cheeks to warm and grow bright? ]
What happened to your suspicion towards this girl who's suddenly hailed as your princess?
[ he's never voiced it out loud, no doubt his training as a knight and his character as a person keeping him from doing so. but the small shifts on his expression tell her as much. it's never once bothered her.
but he? shouldn't he be a little less honest and straightforward with her, as knight captain to khaenri'ah's elite guards? ]
I'm just an ordinary traveler.
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[ the suspicion remains, and he judges her still. but the natural wish to learn about something does not mean their immediate trust; at the end of the day, she has not done anything that would paint her a threat. he may not trust his king's decision to crown her princess, but as a guest of khaenri'ah and a visitor from the stars, she's just that. a twinkling star that has fallen onto the one land that does not have a sky.
learn and adapt. that, too, is a skill necessary for the knight captain. ]
You're an ordinary traveler from another world, and I have no interest in lands beyond Khaenri'ah. Isn't it natural for me to be curious about an outlier?
[ is that, after all, not part of what being human is like? is khaenri'ah not a nation that flourishes with humans, made by humans, for humans? is that not what they admire?
he looks away, at last, and picks up his pace again. ]
Come. There's one last place I wish to show you.
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lumine simply shakes her head with an amused smile, sighing softly. ]
Is it natural for you to express your curiosity so openly? I might mistake it for something else.
[ the wink she gives him can be mistaken for suggestive too, and she giggles yet again when he finally looks away. that's the end of that, she supposes, and she hopes it'll be the actual end of that conversation for now. it's one thing to assume her reason for her travels as wanderlust; it's another to assume that it's to find a lover.
she can't wait for aether to wake up and hear all about it. ]
Oh? [ she trails after him, tempted to grab onto his arm. lumine refrains, however, simply walking next to him. ] Your favorite place in the city, perhaps?
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(not blessed, no. he'd never quite call it that.)
he does not answer her question, not for a lack of interest. it turns, as many things she does and says, the engines of his brain, and it becomes food for thought. there's a natural awkwardness in the way she winks at him, at the words she speaks, and that, too, makes him think. is curiosity and interest linked to something more familiar? isn't it simply something all humans feel?
curiouser and curiouser. ]
No, [ he eventually answers, pace once again measured. dainsleif does not offer her a look. she's not special yet for his favorite place in khaenri'ah, no. however, ] I'm taking you outside for a moment. The guards at Khaenri'ah's gate should allow you leave if you're accompanied by me.
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he's quite fast on the uptake, isn't he, as he should be as the knight captain of khaenri'ah's elite guards; it would be disappointing if the king chose someone incapable to lead his own guards. but to adapt to her whimsies in such a short period of time, lumine has to say that that is quite impressive. not even aether's able to catch onto her little teasings so quickly.
she hums a quiet song from a distant world as she walks next to him, hands clasped behind her, gaze still flickering all around her. taking in all the sights, all the faces, everything that's supposedly hers by title. ]
Will they bar my way if I don't have you with me?
[ will they dare? is what she really wishes to ask, knowing that she'll get a look from him. still, the smile on her face is mild, a hint of amusement tugging it at the corners. ]
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[ after all, what do they know of what powers she wields? for the king and court mages to see fit to summon her and her brother, to crown her princess, surely she's one with tricks up her sleeves. it would be foolish to show her cards so early on.
khaenri'ah's gate is huge from the distance, and far bigger up close. the guards, as expected, spare him a look, then a nod, then spare his company a look themselves. no words are needed for the interaction to go as intended: the knight captain of the royal guard is one of the most trusted people in khaenri'ah, a man who would die for his nation and king if need be. for all that she is their guest, she has been requested and summoned, and it would make little sense to allow her to leave so soon.
but if dainsleif is her escort, assigned by the king himself, the guards know it'd be foolish to doubt his conviction. and so, the gates open. ]
Mind your step.
[ he offers her a hand out of habit, the stairs slightly steep. it's such a long way down too, couldn't their ancestors have made them easier to walk on? ]
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That's a secret, Captain.
[ the gate doesn't faze her in any way, not even as they move closer to it. perhaps the only thing she finds fascinating about it is the carvings on the stone, the eight-pointed star pattern of the kingdom once more prominent on each door. which makes her wonder what those symbols mean or represent, if they signify any connection at all to the stars.
is that why she and her twin brother were summoned? because of what their true nature is?
but that's a question for another time and for another person, her curiosity piqued by the opening of the gate. she takes his proffered hand, her fingers curling a little tighter around his as she carefully navigates her way down the stairs. ]
... Has anyone ever broken their neck going down here?
[ as lightfooted as she is, she can't imagine walking down this staircase and not spraining or breaking something in the process. ]
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ive been so busy n tired im so sorry......
dw about it! i've been sick too, so it's not just you
you said that and then i got such a nasty cold 🤝
everyone's just getting sick nowadays. feel better soon!
god. yeah. it took me out for a couple days but i'm better now thankfully!!
aaaa that's good to hear!! make sure to get lots of rest while recovering, liquids, etc