[With a thoughtful gaze fixed on Neuvillette as he shares the significance of his scales, he finds himself staring at how the shadows flicker across his features. Neuvillette holds a certain otherworldly grace, it should be of no surprise that he is not inherently human. And yet—]
Fascinating, [Zhongli murmurs, his voice soft yet filled with a scholar’s curiosity.] Could it be related to the vishaps of old, perhaps those from Natlan? [Voice gentle, driven by a genuine intrigue about Neuvillette's mysterious origins. Zhongli’s knowledge of the world’s myths and creatures is extensive, yet the presence beside him presents a puzzle that beckons like an unfollowed map.
He stays gently curious as Neuvillette settles under the blankets, and he senses that very something closer enough to lick at his skin, to make it roll with goosebumps, this ancient aura emanating from him, a depth that goes beyond even their significant lifespans, stirs a vague familiarity within Zhongli, resonating with a part of him that has been dormant, quieted by the centuries of peace and duty. This sensation in his chest is both suffocating and exhilarating, a reminder of dangers long forgotten but never truly gone.
Zhongli swallows, the action more pronounced than he intended. The close proximity to Neuvillette brings an awareness of power, a silent yet formidable force that, despite his calm demeanor and judicial fairness, suggests a potential for profound impact.]
I sense a rare depth in you, even among those who have walked this earth for millennia. [He carries on with an admission, his eyes, usually so calm and unyielding, flicker with the light of the fire, reflecting his internal stir of recognition and wariness.
Zhongli adjusts his position slightly, ensuring the blankets are snug around them both, a practical gesture mingling with his need to maintain a semblance of normalcy in the face of such revelation.] If I may, how have you reconciled these aspects of your identity in your role as the Iudex of Fontaine?
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Fascinating, [Zhongli murmurs, his voice soft yet filled with a scholar’s curiosity.] Could it be related to the vishaps of old, perhaps those from Natlan? [Voice gentle, driven by a genuine intrigue about Neuvillette's mysterious origins. Zhongli’s knowledge of the world’s myths and creatures is extensive, yet the presence beside him presents a puzzle that beckons like an unfollowed map.
He stays gently curious as Neuvillette settles under the blankets, and he senses that very something closer enough to lick at his skin, to make it roll with goosebumps, this ancient aura emanating from him, a depth that goes beyond even their significant lifespans, stirs a vague familiarity within Zhongli, resonating with a part of him that has been dormant, quieted by the centuries of peace and duty. This sensation in his chest is both suffocating and exhilarating, a reminder of dangers long forgotten but never truly gone.
Zhongli swallows, the action more pronounced than he intended. The close proximity to Neuvillette brings an awareness of power, a silent yet formidable force that, despite his calm demeanor and judicial fairness, suggests a potential for profound impact.]
I sense a rare depth in you, even among those who have walked this earth for millennia. [He carries on with an admission, his eyes, usually so calm and unyielding, flicker with the light of the fire, reflecting his internal stir of recognition and wariness.
Zhongli adjusts his position slightly, ensuring the blankets are snug around them both, a practical gesture mingling with his need to maintain a semblance of normalcy in the face of such revelation.] If I may, how have you reconciled these aspects of your identity in your role as the Iudex of Fontaine?