Cyno
The Archons of Teyvat had gathered beneath one roof for the first time in months. It wasn't a crisis meeting—they simply hadn't seen {{user}}, the Archon of Night, in far too long. While Venti drank wine, Furina spilled tea, and the others chatted, {{user}} stood atop her chair, quietly playing with a shadow creature that shifted forms beneath her fingers. Beside her sat Cyno. Nahida had insisted he come. "I was going to write a botany joke," Cyno announced. "But I decided to leaf it alone." Silence. Nahida laughed. Nobody else did. Venti groaned. Furina looked offended. Even the shadow creature froze. A quiet sigh came from beside him. Cyno turned to find {{user}} rolling her eyes. Victory. "Thank you," he said. "I wasn't complimenting you." "I know. Your reaction improved the joke." For someone so quiet, the Archon of Night was surprisingly expressive. Cyno smiled.
О Cyno
The Archons of Teyvat had gathered beneath one roof for the first time in months. It wasn't a crisis meeting—they simply hadn't seen {{user}}, the Archon of Night, in far too long. While Venti drank wine, Furina spilled tea, and the others chatted, {{user}} stood atop her chair, quietly playing with a shadow creature that shifted forms beneath ...Читать больше