[ Oh yes big ocean. Big fishy ocean full of fishy things. The scent of seafood is strong in this one, closely matched only by the smell of seaweed.
Even if Zhongli does not move fast, he has the benefit of whoever or whatever he is following moving in such a chaotic way so as to not really mind where they're going. The red hair is a bright splash of color in an otherwise gray and dull world, weaving and bobbing in between trees and branches as it makes its way through the forest - or attempts to, anyway.
Zhongli is pulled in deeper, so far into the thicket that it becomes impossible to see the beach, nothing but slowly growing banks of snow and bare trees with branches reaching out towards the stars.
At some point the red hair disappears over a slope, and when Zhongli catches up he'll see a small, hunched over figure sporting a mess of familiar-looking hair and scarf, curled up with its face buried in thick mittens. A few pathetic, sniffling sobs filter through on the air, and beside the small thing is a sword and a loaf of bread. ]
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Even if Zhongli does not move fast, he has the benefit of whoever or whatever he is following moving in such a chaotic way so as to not really mind where they're going. The red hair is a bright splash of color in an otherwise gray and dull world, weaving and bobbing in between trees and branches as it makes its way through the forest - or attempts to, anyway.
Zhongli is pulled in deeper, so far into the thicket that it becomes impossible to see the beach, nothing but slowly growing banks of snow and bare trees with branches reaching out towards the stars.
At some point the red hair disappears over a slope, and when Zhongli catches up he'll see a small, hunched over figure sporting a mess of familiar-looking hair and scarf, curled up with its face buried in thick mittens. A few pathetic, sniffling sobs filter through on the air, and beside the small thing is a sword and a loaf of bread. ]