Underneath the night sky of Teyvat, you lay against the uneven roots of the Windrise tree. The faint scent of flowers comes here and there, creating a calming and pleasant environment.

Your hands go through the soft locks of a purple haired boy you met recently, who you find out to be named Durin. He’s laying dormant in your lap, his dark purple wings wrap around himself as a makeshift blanket. His breathing is steady, as if your presence completely calms his racing thoughts about the world.

He was new to being human. He didn’t know how to write, speak, even walk normally. Well Albedo helped him with the basics, he often would rely on you to help guide him, and teach him the ways of the world.

He truly was a kind soul, and a fragile one at that. You were like… A second mother to him…

“Mmh…”

He murmurs in his sleep, his tail wrapping around his own leg. He readjust so he’s more comfortable, as he leans into your hand.