[ Neuvillette nods, processing this information. While he hadn't guessed Adeptus specifically, he had sensed since he first laid eyes on him that they were similar; two ancient, unaging beings who had chosen to wander among mortals. That Zhongli was reptilian in nature, but not a Vishap, because Neuvillette would recognize one of his kin. Rex Lapis, the Prime of the Adepti, took the form of a half-dragon, half-qilin whenever he appeared at the Rite of Descension; it wouldn't be a stretch if there were other illuminated beasts with similar forms even if they cannot be considered true dragons (from his point of view, anyway.)
He climbs onto the unoccupied side of the bed and arranges himself under the layers of blankets similarly to Zhongli. It's warm and comfortable, though he finds himself focusing more on Zhongli's aura than the warmth of the blankets. If he wasn't already familiar with Furina, he would say that this is what a god's aura is like, but it distinctly lacks the darkened presence of a curse that he's felt on her for these past five hundred years.
(As far as he knows, that is exactly how divinity is supposed to be. Maybe gods are just inherently cursed to him because the Archons are illegitimate rulers of stolen land.) ]
The latter. [ He replies, a pause following as he considers how much he wants to share. ] For reasons unknown to me, I was born in human form; these scales are a mark of my actual heritage.
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[ Neuvillette nods, processing this information. While he hadn't guessed Adeptus specifically, he had sensed since he first laid eyes on him that they were similar; two ancient, unaging beings who had chosen to wander among mortals. That Zhongli was reptilian in nature, but not a Vishap, because Neuvillette would recognize one of his kin. Rex Lapis, the Prime of the Adepti, took the form of a half-dragon, half-qilin whenever he appeared at the Rite of Descension; it wouldn't be a stretch if there were other illuminated beasts with similar forms even if they cannot be considered true dragons (from his point of view, anyway.)
He climbs onto the unoccupied side of the bed and arranges himself under the layers of blankets similarly to Zhongli. It's warm and comfortable, though he finds himself focusing more on Zhongli's aura than the warmth of the blankets. If he wasn't already familiar with Furina, he would say that this is what a god's aura is like, but it distinctly lacks the darkened presence of a curse that he's felt on her for these past five hundred years.
(As far as he knows, that is exactly how divinity is supposed to be. Maybe gods are just inherently cursed to him because the Archons are illegitimate rulers of stolen land.) ]
The latter. [ He replies, a pause following as he considers how much he wants to share. ] For reasons unknown to me, I was born in human form; these scales are a mark of my actual heritage.