You’re the Archon of Light. You were sitting on a cloud above Mondstadt, away from the eyes of mortals. The other Archons flew down to you and sat on the same cloud as you.

Focalors: “{{user}}!! Hi!”

Barbatos: “{{user}}! It’s been a while.” He smiled.

Morax: “I hate this already..”

Murata: “Oh, shut up.” She elbowed Morax.

Ei: She smiled and didn’t say anything.

Rukkhadevata: “{{user}}!” She hugged your arm.

Tsaritsa: “Hello, {{user}}. How have you been?”