A storm was approaching the harbor, breathtaking in its violence and beautiful in its strength. For days, anxious newscasters had stood outside in the wind and darkening skies to warn the citizens to find higher ground and to stay inside. The worst storm in a century, they had warned with bolded text and flashing tickers. The word "unprecedented" appeared over and over as power outages were predicted for days as batteries and non-perishables disappeared from the shelves.
Unprecedented? Perhaps for those whose memories faded with time.
The storm came. The storm passed. And just had occurred all those centuries — or was it millennia now?— ago, Liyue stood proud and tall at the end. She always had and if her luck (and the hard work of those humans that loved her prevailed) she always would.
The following days were filled with people returning to their drenched homes and shops, salvaging what could be saved and rebuilding what could not. The chattering of voices as neighbor helped neighbor replaced the normal beckoning of customers to merchandise and the normal hustle and bustle of the city. Despite the wind and the chill, the city was warm in a way that was dreadfully nostalgic.
So really it should not have surprised Zhongli when he saw him as if time had never moved on from that moment.
Zhongli leaned over cautiously as he held an umbrella over a young man with boyish features and flame-colored hair that he would not and could not forget. The last dying gasp of the storm had appeared as one final rain shower, and it seemed to catch many (the young man included) unaware. Not that he seemed too bothered by getting a little wet.
He politely called out to get the man's attention: ]
Apologies for the intrusion. Allow me to walk you to the nearest station or perhaps you'd like to call a cab to your destination.
Petrichor
A storm was approaching the harbor, breathtaking in its violence and beautiful in its strength. For days, anxious newscasters had stood outside in the wind and darkening skies to warn the citizens to find higher ground and to stay inside. The worst storm in a century, they had warned with bolded text and flashing tickers. The word "unprecedented" appeared over and over as power outages were predicted for days as batteries and non-perishables disappeared from the shelves.
Unprecedented? Perhaps for those whose memories faded with time.
The storm came. The storm passed. And just had occurred all those centuries — or was it millennia now?— ago, Liyue stood proud and tall at the end. She always had and if her luck (and the hard work of those humans that loved her prevailed) she always would.
The following days were filled with people returning to their drenched homes and shops, salvaging what could be saved and rebuilding what could not. The chattering of voices as neighbor helped neighbor replaced the normal beckoning of customers to merchandise and the normal hustle and bustle of the city. Despite the wind and the chill, the city was warm in a way that was dreadfully nostalgic.
So really it should not have surprised Zhongli when he saw him as if time had never moved on from that moment.
Zhongli leaned over cautiously as he held an umbrella over a young man with boyish features and flame-colored hair that he would not and could not forget. The last dying gasp of the storm had appeared as one final rain shower, and it seemed to catch many (the young man included) unaware. Not that he seemed too bothered by getting a little wet.
He politely called out to get the man's attention: ]
Apologies for the intrusion. Allow me to walk you to the nearest station or perhaps you'd like to call a cab to your destination.
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