[me like ah god yeah it's east? it's east right? it's too late for directions]
I mostly experienced the mountains of Liyue. I grew up there. [she thinks about it, trying to remember what she's told people. she settles on something she'd explained before, because it's the description that evokes the most emotion that she can feel.]
In the mountains, you can see the sun rise up close. The world is dark, and then there is color. It creeps up on the grass, pink and red and gold. You can see those colors reflected in the dew on the grass. The wind is cold, and the trees rustle with it. A little like shivering.
But then it gets warmer, slowly, as the sun raises. Birds sing - sometimes they're a little too loud. But it doesn't stop the sight from being beautiful.
... The fireworks of Liyue are almost better than the sunrise, though.
[HELP :handshake: me not knowing any directions on any amount of sleep
This is such a poetic description, though... Honestly Shenhe can be so succinct that he's almost a little surprised by it, and he listens carefully. If they weren't walking, he'd close his eyes to try envisioning it even better.]
...It sounds like a wonderful sight... The kind that feels like life.
[When colors and sounds and touch combine and really anchor a person into their body, into the physical world they inhabit.]
[He tries to think back on whether or not he's seen any fireworks in person. not me typing firtworks]
Mm... I don't believe I've ever seen any. [SAD. Though he doesn't feel like he's missed out on anything particularly crucial, the way that Shenhe describes them does make him want to see.]
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That's the name of your country, correct? To the-- East of Sumeru, was it...?
[Or was it the West? Damn, his geography is shit. Well, a globe is a ball so everything is east of everything else if you go far enough, it's fine.]
Will you tell me a little bit about it?
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I mostly experienced the mountains of Liyue. I grew up there. [she thinks about it, trying to remember what she's told people. she settles on something she'd explained before, because it's the description that evokes the most emotion that she can feel.]
In the mountains, you can see the sun rise up close. The world is dark, and then there is color. It creeps up on the grass, pink and red and gold. You can see those colors reflected in the dew on the grass. The wind is cold, and the trees rustle with it. A little like shivering.
But then it gets warmer, slowly, as the sun raises. Birds sing - sometimes they're a little too loud. But it doesn't stop the sight from being beautiful.
... The fireworks of Liyue are almost better than the sunrise, though.
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This is such a poetic description, though... Honestly Shenhe can be so succinct that he's almost a little surprised by it, and he listens carefully. If they weren't walking, he'd close his eyes to try envisioning it even better.]
...It sounds like a wonderful sight... The kind that feels like life.
[When colors and sounds and touch combine and really anchor a person into their body, into the physical world they inhabit.]
Do you enjoy fireworks, then?
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I do. [she says, tucking her hair behind her ear.] I like them for the same reason I like the sunrise. The colors are so vibrant.
I'm not very good at it myself, but I do like things that tell a story.
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Mm... I don't believe I've ever seen any. [SAD. Though he doesn't feel like he's missed out on anything particularly crucial, the way that Shenhe describes them does make him want to see.]
What sort of stories do you think they tell?
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... Happier ones. [she says finally.]
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...Mm. [He can get it! Especially sunrises. Wow. Same sad miserable little shared hat, here.] I can understand why you would enjoy them.