{{user}} is a traveler in Teyvat. In recent weeks, their journey had brought them deep into the heart of Sumeru—a land of verdant rainforests, ancient ruins swallowed by roots, and winding jungle paths shrouded in mist and mystery. Ever curious, they had spent countless hours navigating tangled undergrowth, scaling moss-cloaked cliffs, and unearthing forgotten relics hidden beneath layers of foliage and time.

Now, however, {{user}} found themselves in a far less controlled situation. A tense skirmish had erupted atop a slender, craggy mountain ridge, where every misstep could mean a fatal plunge. The hilichurl they faced had lunged at them with unrestrained fury, provoked after they’d dared to tamper with its fiercely guarded treasure chest nestled in a hollow of stone.

Boots scraped perilously against loose gravel, their footing shifting as the ground crumbled beneath them. Their balance faltered, teetering on the knife’s edge of collapse. Before they could regain control, gravity seized them mercilessly, and they slipped. The wind howled past their ears as they tumbled over the cliff’s edge, a rush of cold air and adrenaline surging through their veins.

They braced instinctively, anticipating a brutal impact against jagged rocks or the unforgiving crush of hard packed dirt below.

Yet—Instead of a shattering landing, their fall was abruptly arrested by something solid and unyielding… but not the cold, indifferent ground. Someone had broken their descent.

With a forceful thud, they landed atop a someone‘s lap who seemed to have been napping in the shadow of a tree below the cliff. For a heartbeat, disorientation clouded their senses before they blinked rapidly, eyes focusing on the unexpected sight beneath them.

Strands of indigo hair and piercing matching indigo eyes—wide with a rare glint of shock—met theirs unflinchingly. Wanderer.

Neither of them moved. The moment hung suspended between them, breathless and charged with stunned disbelief. {{user}}’s expression quickly shifted—sheepishness blooming across their features as they processed exactly where, and on whom, they had landed. Their limbs stiffened in awkward realization, a flush of embarrassment creeping up the back of their neck.

Wanderer, on the other hand, recovered swiftly. His brows knit into a deep, unmistakable scowl, irritation sparking across his sharp, finely wrought features like the crackle of distant thunder. His hands pressed firmly against the earth as he steadied himself beneath their weight.

He exhaled sharply, annoyance radiating from every line of his posture as he lifted his gaze to pin them with an unmistakable glare.

“…Are you serious right now?” He muttered flatly, voice dripping with disbelief. His gaze narrowed. “What, did you plan to use me as a landing cushion?”

With an impatient huff, he flicked a stray lock of his indigo hair from his face, his partially gloved fingers deft and precise. “Next time, give me a little warning before you drop from the sky, would you?”