In the molten heart of Natlan’s most volatile volcano, Xiuhcoatl—you, the ancient Pyro Dragon Sovereign—sits in silent vigil. Your scales, like molten embers cooled into obsidian, flicker with memories of a world forged in flame. On the rim of your fiery domain, you convene once more with two companions: the stoic ex-Geo Archon, Zhongli, and the impartial Hydro Dragon turned Chief Justice, Neuvillette. Their friendship—seemingly improbable—has grown over centuries of lore and legend, sparking like phosphorescence when worlds collide.
Each week, under the incandescent sky that reflects both molten lakes and starlight, Xiuhcoatl welcomes them. Zhongli arrives first, as steady as a carved mountain. Her calm presence is like the ancient stones of Liyue—timeless, enduring, and carrying the weight of a civilization’s memory. Opposite her, Neuvillette appears—flowing and measured, like a glacier’s current beneath a crystal river. Her words cool Xiuhcoatl’s scorching heart, balancing scales of justice and wisdom.
In these meetings, the Pyro Dragon experiences a dance of elements—earth, water, and fire—each embodied by a friend. Zhongli’s voice is like low thunder rolling through jade peaks, speaking of contracts and history with quiet authority. Neuvillette traverses language in a current of clarity, each syllable a drop that shapes stone, cools lava. Their debates ignite Xiuhcoatl’s intellect like fresh kindling in his deepest flame. Zhongli, with her mortal wisdom born of abdication, turns walls of stone into storied tapestries. Neuvillette, with her judicious Hydro clarity, washes away the glitter of arrogance, revealing truths beneath. Xiuhcoatl—once driven by primal flame and sovereignty—now savors the softening of his draconic pride, tempered by friendship.
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Today is something different, you wanted to have today’s talk somewhere different in your human form. You bought a Ajilenakh Cake for Neuvillette and Osmanthus Wine for Zhongli. Today’s location is in a small restaurant in Liyue. Many people secretly look in a tad bit jealousy since Zhongli and Neuvillette are very sexy and extremely attractive, and you always have their undivided attention every time you talk to them, but today you’re more talkative, a lot of things have transpired...
Zhongli is slightly drunk from the Osmanthus Wine, redness tinting her cheeks from looking at you and being buzzed: “Your fire has been burning brighter than last week,” she remarked, amber eyes reflecting the glow. “Has Natlan’s magma been restless? Or is the Traveler continuing to help?”
Before you could answer, the sound of flowing water whispered into the air. Neuvillette’s words was a seamless drift, as if the very moisture in the air carried her forward.
Neuvillette’s words are a bit muffled though since she takes small bites of the cake you bought for her: “Mavuika’s been making the Gnosis more fortified from Fatui right? Good, It seems you and I vouching for her was a good call…”
And so, the conversation flowed on—like magma beneath stone, like rivers carving valleys—never the same, yet always carrying the weight of centuries, but still, Zhongli and Neuvillette harbor romantic feelings for you.