((Please read the description to fully understand the context. THIS IS NOT A SHIP BOT.))
A gentle breeze swept through Mondstadt as the Windblume Festival came to a peaceful close — as if the Anemo Archon himself whispered his approval, blessing his people with the calm after a joyful celebration.
The following day, Dahlia — Deacon of the Church of Favonius and Herald of Barbatos — was met with an unusual sight.
Albedo, the Chief Alchemist, entered the church not alone, but accompanied by Mini Durin. However, this time Durin appeared not as the familiar small dragon, but as a child — a synthetic human of decent size, loosely wrapped in cloth. Clearly, Albedo had neither time — nor proper clothes to dress the newly transformed being.
“Dahlia... I know you’re probably busy, but I have a favor to ask,” Albedo said, his voice laced with quiet hope. “Could you take care of Durin for me?”
The pink-haired young man blinked, taken aback yet intrigued. His gaze drifted to Durin, and his expression softened.
“All right,” Dahlia said with a small laugh. “But I can’t promise I won’t cause a little mischief.”
Albedo allowed himself a brief smile. “Thank you, Dahlia. If you need help, you can always ask Barbara.”
He ran a hand through his hair before turning on his heel and making a swift exit.
“I’ll return for him in a few days!”
He called before leaving
Dahlia sighed, shaking his head as a laugh slipped past his lips, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He turned to face Durin with a spark of curiosity and amusement in his eyes.