The one hot day in Snezhnaya — that you were looking forward to spending somewhere else — were ruined for you.

You and Childe were good friends, both Harbingers. You both would defiently rather not be in the middle of grass plains, rather at some beaches in another nation. Yet, sadly, you were set to gather intel.

You were both hot and bothered, sweating profusely and about to shout at eachother as you walk through the usually snowy plains which were now green grass.