@crystalsymphony || Closed Starter for Melanie Sinclair~
What If? Scenario in which Cyno and the Traveler get caught up into the Stormterror Crisis.
Note: References events from the Archon Quest "Knights of Favonius".
"In that case we need a plan."
Out of the window, it was an inferno of gales. Like invisible fire, the dragon's gusts were running rampant through the stone-walled city, consuming and tearing everything in its path. Through the glass, Cyno could see the citizens of Mondstadt running for shelter. Boarding their doors and windows trying to protect their homes. He could hear the crystal vibrating within the wooden frame.
All the while, the emergency meeting in the room was still taking place. The young man of Sumeru hadn't intruded the conversation. However dire the situation, he was still but a guest.
One whose exotic origins had become far less interesting in the presence of the mysterious "traveler" the Outrider had brought along. The young girl had caught everybody by surprise when Dvalin had descended on the city mere moments ago. From where he'd observed, perched on top of a roof and assessing the situation at hand, he'd been privileged with a front-row seat to the spectacle of the outlander riding the wind as though gifted with wings of her own rather than a cheaply made glider.
How she'd fought Stormterror and came out unscathed, even managing to chase off the massive beast of fangs and wind, was nothing short of a heroic feat.
"With Stormterror now directly attacking Mondstadt, we may have an opportunity to cut this problem off at the source." The Acting Grand Master, Jean, was still speaking when he looked back to the middle of the room. It seemed she was convinced to involve the new champion in the Knights' matters. "Lisa has revealed the sources of Stormterror's power with her detection magic."
Kaeya, the Captain of the Cavalry, was also present. "Is that so?"
"They're located in the abandoned Four Winds' Temples." It was Lisa to speak now, the librarian. Of all the people present, the one most familiar to Cyno. Uncharacteristically energetic for a change, it was however only a sign of how dire the situation was. "Stormterror's ability to whip up these kinds of storms can be attributed to it drawing power from the temples."
Jean nodded. "Our objective is to deal with three of the four temples. I trust everyone understands why we are only dealing with three. Time is against us. The storm is rampant. There is no point in maintaining a defensive position."
Many heads nodded in agreement, though Cyno's own did not move. Instead, he let his eyes rise to meet those of the Witch of Purple Rose, as she turned to regard him with a sheepish smile.
"I'm sorry, it seems our reunion has been cut short again." She spoke softly, in that strange suave way that even to this day sent a cold chill up his spine. Some things, he could just never get used to. "Thinking of coming along? We could use a hand, as I'm sure you've noticed."
Was that a light jab at the Acting Grand Master for pushing the task on someone that was nothing less of a stranger, no matter how impressive at that? As Cyno's crimson eyes stole another glance of the brunet in her foreign-looking clothes, he thought so. Lisa had a sense of humor just about as unique as his own. One with thorns.
"I am headed in that direction, either way." He replied calmly, earning a pleased hum from his former senior, and a relieved look from the Acting Grand Master. Only Amber standing across that small circle of people seemed less than enthusiastic. Understandable maybe, given their past. But Cyno didn't take her skepticism to heart. He knew it was her own way to still express care for Collei.
"Alright. We need to take initiative and act before the situation escalates." Jean spoke once more, resolute. "Melanie, was it? This man here is Cyno. Since both of you are not as familiar with the landscape, I ask that you accompany Amber to the Temple of the Falcon just outside of the city gates. Rendezvous with Kaeya and Lisa at the other two Temples when that is taken care of. I'd rather not have anyone go inside on their own."