[Aether's been exploring the gardens himself, enjoying the brief flickers of sunlight that occasionally break through the snowy skies to cause the whole garden to glitter. He finds himself reminded of Albedo in a way -- perhaps due to the combination of flowers and ice. Though hopefully there won't be any giant killer flowers or doppelgangers this time oh sweet summer child.]
[But as he looks over the flowers, something feels... off. He feels a certain drop in his mood, and finds himself worrying about someone. Childe...? Why is he coming to mind all of sudden? It's a strangely persistent thought he can't shake, as though something in his heart was trying to tell him something.]
[The feeling seems to dwindle away just as quickly as it appeared, but it's a strong enough feeling that it brings him to his feet, walking deeper into the icy garden. The sound of someone crying catches his attention well before he realizes who it is -- and even once he does, he's not sure he can believe what he's hearing.]
[The crunching of snow beneath his feet is sure to give him away well before he gets close. But he hurries over all the same, concern spread over his face as he rests a hand on Childe's arm and leans in towards him.]
Childe? What's wrong, did something happen?
[It's hard to imagine what could cause a reaction like this from Childe of all people. He didn't look hurt, but...]
3 gimme the cry baby
oh sweet summer child.][But as he looks over the flowers, something feels... off. He feels a certain drop in his mood, and finds himself worrying about someone. Childe...? Why is he coming to mind all of sudden? It's a strangely persistent thought he can't shake, as though something in his heart was trying to tell him something.]
[The feeling seems to dwindle away just as quickly as it appeared, but it's a strong enough feeling that it brings him to his feet, walking deeper into the icy garden. The sound of someone crying catches his attention well before he realizes who it is -- and even once he does, he's not sure he can believe what he's hearing.]
[The crunching of snow beneath his feet is sure to give him away well before he gets close. But he hurries over all the same, concern spread over his face as he rests a hand on Childe's arm and leans in towards him.]
Childe? What's wrong, did something happen?
[It's hard to imagine what could cause a reaction like this from Childe of all people. He didn't look hurt, but...]