@mythlived genshin brainrot hours??? did i use the word correctly??
The breeze on Windrise was just as gentle as Iphigenia remembered it to be - a wind that playfully tossed fallen leaves through the air and tousled her hair just enough to send her now-much-shorter strands billowing up in an almost-unflattering way. The statue of Barbatos had hardly seen erosion - she remembered every crevice and broken chip on its base as if it were just yesterday she had played beneath the great tree, even though it had been years.
The nearest patrolling Knight of Favonius - had they changed the uniform? - paid her no heed, and it was just as well, considering what she was about to do might be frowned upon.
As soon as the portly man is out of sight, turned around a craggy outcrop of rocks, her legs spring her up against the tree, her hands greedily pressing into still-familiar bark as she pulls herself higher and higher into the myriad branches and leaves that form a small canopy over the plains. A place of safety, where slimes were rare and greater enemies of Mondstadt near forgotten. Still, this place held no safety for her. Not in years, nor would it ever be truly safe as long as her father still held his place among the Knights.
Swinging her legs over a sturdier branch, she wonders if the old man has retired yet. She hopes, perhaps a little childishly, that the face she last saw as she hurtled into oblivion, eyes turned skyward with desperation and betrayal, had wrinkled. He had always been somewhat vain.
The lingering resentment, however, calms as she shifts to lean her back against the heavy trunk, and the scratchy bark catches the fabric of her clothes. The clink of her Vision, embedded in the back of her right glove, grounds her in a sort of reluctant gratitude - for the first god who had saved her. She wouldn’t deny him that appreciation, at least.
The sun was setting in the sky. She couldn’t dawdle too much longer here, in a wasteland of corrupted happier memories. Walking further along the branch, her eyes are drawn to a scene further away, on the other side of the small lake. Two Abyss Mages - and a poor fellow who seemed to have run into them.
Perhaps she could be of assistance. If they were a Mondstadt citizen, it would only make her first impression that much more... positive, before the others arrived in due time.
Twirling in a passing gust of wind, she infuses her own Vision to synthesize a ribbon of wind that carries her towards the Abyss Mages - and as quick and hot as a sharp gust of wind bursting forth from a volcanic rift, a plain black polearm manifests to cleave through one of the Abyss Mages’ shields. In a whirlwind of freely spun thrusts, the Mages are dropped unforgivingly by a particularly strong current into the water... where they drown rather unceremoniously.
Turning towards the stranger, with her eyes still on the water - still half-wary of a new enemy to spring up from fresh shallow graves -
“Are you all right?”
Her hand flexes, twirling the polearm once before it disappears behind her, and the hard stone of the Vision strains against the tension in her wrist as her eyes turn towards-
Oh.
It was.... Patroclus? Her old...
Never mind. Did he even recognize her? Perhaps she was wrong.
