It's a little concerning that the path Childe--who he hopes is Childe--takes is so strange. Is he running from him? Is he running from something else? Is he injured? He does not know, and the questions grow as he loses sight of the beach, only trees and snow.
It's the snow that makes Zhongli realize what this part of Childe's soulscape must be. Snezhnaya... home for Childe. Dare he wonder if this is deeper in Childe's soul than before? What did that bode for the corruption?
When the red hair disappears from view, Zhongli picks up the pace. He cannot lose sight of him, not now--
...Except what he finds isn't the man he knows but a small, hunched over figure of a child with painfully familiar hair. His steps slow now, careful and uncertain. Is this....?]
no subject
It's a little concerning that the path Childe--who he hopes is Childe--takes is so strange. Is he running from him? Is he running from something else? Is he injured? He does not know, and the questions grow as he loses sight of the beach, only trees and snow.
It's the snow that makes Zhongli realize what this part of Childe's soulscape must be. Snezhnaya... home for Childe. Dare he wonder if this is deeper in Childe's soul than before? What did that bode for the corruption?
When the red hair disappears from view, Zhongli picks up the pace. He cannot lose sight of him, not now--
...Except what he finds isn't the man he knows but a small, hunched over figure of a child with painfully familiar hair. His steps slow now, careful and uncertain. Is this....?]
Are you hurt, little one?