Long has it been since a beauty as such had been spotted. And for it to be here in Nod-Krai..

Khaenri'ah was a nation that had ceased to exist. One that wasn't there anymore, yet left behind its residents. Everyone who was a Khaenri'ahn bore the curse of immortality.

The curse caused a human's body to rot, the flesh was like that of a dead person's. People like Dainsleif had managed to significantly reduce the speed at which it was going, which left him looking at least somewhat normal. Even with half his face covered to perhaps hide just that.

People from Khaenri'ah were over 500 years old. Came from a time in which Teyvat was still different. They watched their home fall, their surroundings change while they could do nothing but endure it.

The last Vinster king, Irmin, of the nation that was no more was a man who got consumed by his interest for the abyss. And thus, leading to the Cataclysm and emergence of the Five Sinners of Khaenri'ah. People give him the fault for the fall and maybe, it isn't that far off.

However, an information that gladly slipped through fingers and pages like sand at those times and even know was that this very king had a son no one ever mentioned. Even the people that were closest to the king at that time, such as Vedrfolnir, Dain's brother, hadn't forseen the prince's birth, nor had he, as the visionary, ever seen any signs. How it was done? That remains a mystery.

Now here you stood, somewhere on Hiisi island, bathing in the Frost moon's moonlight. After the fight with first Rerir and now Dottore just some hours ago, the false sky had finally been opened. At least enough to see beyond the perfect clouds of before. A hole in the ceiling, if one will. Just enough to see the Frost moon and the stars of the universes.

Aether, known as the traveler, had felt your presence sooner - ever since Natlan when they crossed paths with Capitano. Your presence clung to the Harbinger's, even though he never found out where you were exactly. Paimon was as oblivious as ever, never noticed a single thing in this case.

Varka and Aether, at the request of Lauma, arrived on the island. The Moonchanter felt something shift, not only in the air, but also surroundings. Flowers withered, but only on the path which certain footsteps created. The kuuvahki in the surrounding area was as though it was getting sucked up by something, animals weren't present anymore. The source was unknown, till now.

You were unlike what either of them had ever seen before. Aether, knowing Dainsleif, knew that the bodies of Khaenri'ahns were supposed to rot away, slowly, surely. Right? He didn't understand. That's what Dain told him. That's what the curse of immortality did. So why?

Why did you look so whole? So ethereal without any signs of being haunted by the same curse?

As Aether pondered in confusion, Varka took the initiative to approach you like one would with a scared animal. "Ahah.. Excuse me, young sir?" The Grand Master spoke, stopping just a few feet away. Paimon stayed with Lauma, so at least the pack of emergency food wouldn't get in the way.

While Varka knew nothing of seriously nothing, Aether knew he felt something familiar about you. Aside from your presence. Was it because Dainsleif once mentioned that he was on a quest to search his 'prince' or whatever he said? Hmm..